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It wasn’t his rice bowl.
He knew it wasn’t his rice bowl, but his phone had shut off and it had gotten a little wet and he had heard somewhere that sticking such a hampered device into some rice would bring about the solution.
And this rice bowl was unguarded for the time being. And it didn’t look like it belonged to anyone in particular. Totally free game, right? –In his phone was tossed, without a second thought.
And it was then that the passage he’d seen returned to him with a bit more clarity—the grains of rice weren’t usually cooked… were they?
With a silent scream, Bolin grasped into the rice bowl and extracted his, once again, dampened phone—and froze mid-scream when his eyes looked up to lock onto a girl’s. “… Not yours, right?”
