[Kaneda fiddles around in his little mess of tools, pulling out what looks like a plastic comb. After a few minutes of judging just where it would look best placed on the canvas, he quickly puts the comb against the back paint and pulls, making a squiggling line diagonally across the canvas.
The black peels away, but the green remains underneath, now stringy and wavy like the river she mentioned. He goes to do it again, following the same grain--but having it intersect and overlap with the first one.]
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The black peels away, but the green remains underneath, now stringy and wavy like the river she mentioned. He goes to do it again, following the same grain--but having it intersect and overlap with the first one.]