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They're all settled into indolence. Nailed.

Almost like... furnishings. Dead, inanimate things, waiting forever and ever for someone to come along and use them, adorn them... like furnishings.

As the words left Jeanne's lips, the shape and form of the people who were slumped on the ground in lethargic surrender began warping before her eyes.

They hadn't yet morphed into inhuman forms as completely as the Furnishings here, but... I recognized the pieces of furniture they were transforming into. Some were turning into lamps... some into bedframes...

No, it wasn't their "forms" that were changing.

Perhaps, in Jeanne's eyes, they had looked that way from the very instant they resigned themselves to idleness.

So unbearably unfamiliar, so scarcely human.

You haven't given me a single call today. Must be having a busy day, ma puce.

... Let's see how the first floor is doing. Enough time has passed for the season's trends to have shifted...