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[Daitou opened the door with a somewhat embarrassed smile on his face. He was wearing a towel by way of lower body covering, and his haori jacket on top - he'd been afraid he was going to rip the shoulder seams on his own kimono when he tried it on. Being bigger seemed more difficult than being smaller.]

Rain-san. Come in.

[And the awkward, slightly shaken smile is still there because god does he sound different - and he sounds like the voice in his dream. The one telling him not to give up.]