[It's delayed, but eventually the reality of what they just did finally sinks in -- or rather, his eyes finally trail downward enough for him to see the results of his handiwork. A man could camp under that tent.]
[But that just has him growing more flustered, face red as he awkwardly shifts in place and hope the folds of his kimono make things less obvious for himself.]
I-I don't know! There has to be some kind of spell affecting us--
[He looks around, and then up -- and when he spies the rather out of place paper crane over their heads, his eyes narrow.]
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[But that just has him growing more flustered, face red as he awkwardly shifts in place and hope the folds of his kimono make things less obvious for himself.]
I-I don't know! There has to be some kind of spell affecting us--
[He looks around, and then up -- and when he spies the rather out of place paper crane over their heads, his eyes narrow.]
That thing wasn't there a minute ago.