( Jingyi's not far behind, for similar reasons, though he's dressed in what are for him his usual robes--and his only set, still. Mostly white, light blue highlights, a particular cut so his tail is left free access behind him.
He lifts his hands to touch fingers to fingers and nod a quick bow, though he's looking at both whatever machine is making noises getting ready and the box that Devero carried in as well. )
That whole thing is a printer? Huh.
( He peers at it, trying to make it make sense of what manner of printing this whole thing does, compared to the much smaller one that makes paper off an ereader. )
So the stuff it makes isn't made out of paper. What is it made out of?
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He lifts his hands to touch fingers to fingers and nod a quick bow, though he's looking at both whatever machine is making noises getting ready and the box that Devero carried in as well. )
That whole thing is a printer? Huh.
( He peers at it, trying to make it make sense of what manner of printing this whole thing does, compared to the much smaller one that makes paper off an ereader. )
So the stuff it makes isn't made out of paper. What is it made out of?