Listening quietly, Ukon folded his arms on the table and leaned upon his elbows. He understood. Sometimes being that big of a star was just too big for some people, he supposed. Ukon would have liked to be rich, too. Maybe be one of those great doctors that saved hundreds of lives in his own lifetime. In the end, even if he did make millions, he'd have the bad reputation as being a strange sort of doctor. Was he nice? mean? It was so hard to tell sometimes.
"Oh, my heart sores with relief knowing I won't be the last to know." A pale hand touched his chest briefly before returning to its position on the table. He knew it had only been a moment, but he wished their drinks would have come.
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