[Noël can feel himself starting to flush, both from the impropriety of the situation, and the unbidden but familiar twinge of shame at admitting his status. He may not be poor anymore..... but the stigma still lingers. He never would have had the time or money for the luxury of owning an instrument like that, maybe not even when they were a real family.
He looks pointedly at his own mirror, the better to avert his eyes from Fumiko. None of the mirrors he's ever seen in his life have done anything like this.]
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[Noël can feel himself starting to flush, both from the impropriety of the situation, and the unbidden but familiar twinge of shame at admitting his status. He may not be poor anymore..... but the stigma still lingers. He never would have had the time or money for the luxury of owning an instrument like that, maybe not even when they were a real family.
He looks pointedly at his own mirror, the better to avert his eyes from Fumiko. None of the mirrors he's ever seen in his life have done anything like this.]
How does it work?