[ meanwhile, he's standing here and casting no shadow at all. It's an undeniably strange feeling - he can't pay attention to it for too long, or he starts to lose his sense of balance, like his body's not exactly sure where it is. So, in typical Bucciarati fashion, he's doing just that, instead focusing on someone else's shadow - hers, in this case. With the way it's trying to break away, he can't imagine she'll be "quite well" for too much longer. Maybe it'd be a better idea to stick with her, after all... ]
Bucciarati. The pleasure's mine. [ there's a pause; he gestures at her shadow, though given her movement, she's probably already aware. ] Do you have a plan on how to deal with it?
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Bucciarati. The pleasure's mine. [ there's a pause; he gestures at her shadow, though given her movement, she's probably already aware. ] Do you have a plan on how to deal with it?