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[antwort]

[ Do you hear that Luceti? ]

A-AAAAAH!

[ That's the sound of your peaceful evening being interrupted by a yowling new feather. And a lot of splashing. ]

I don't want to die! [ The book slaps down wetly against the rim of the fountain. Anyone lucky enough to be in the square is greeted the the sight of a red-eyed, sopping wet new feather trying to scramble out of it, brightly colored wings flapping uselessly behind him. He's not having much luck of it. ]

W... where am I?! Konatsu? Lt. Hyuuga? [ A beat, and then a slightly higher pitched, more distressed. ] Teito? This isn't funny! I-it's a really bad joke! This is too far, even for someone like you!

[ And then the panic dies down a little, replaced instead with a terribly confused silence. Any who were fortunate enough to witness it are greeted with a baffled stare, his eyes moving slowly to the wings. ] Where... Is this...?

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[generalflirt]

[ Right. It's just tylenol though so he should be fine probably ]

So, bread and water, right?

[antwort]

Right. [ Maybe the people of the 07GHOST world all have horrible tylonel allergies!! Who knows. But he's gonna drink that water extra fast too. ]

[generalflirt]

[ We'll cross that bridge when we come to it ]

White bread, wheat, maybe a bagel? I think we have bagels leftover.

[antwort]

[ Or hide a body under it. ]

A bagel with cream cheese.

[generalflirt]

This ain't no bakery, son.

[ BUT FINE. ]

[antwort]

[ BRIGHTENING UP IMMEDIATELY. ]

[generalflirt]

[ LOSER....
LOOOOOOOSSSSERRRRRRR

But okay they have cream cheese and cheap bagels after all so he'll just spread it out for him whatever ]

[antwort]

[ He's eating a bagel shirtless in public while still sort of damp and these are poor people bagels, don't judge him. ]

Mmm. These aren't very good, but it's suitable. [ Look he's feeling better already. ]

[generalflirt]

Man, you get what you get. [ Remember that his dad died.... .. Man why is he remembering that, that's such a bummer. Should he leave to get him a shirt? No, he shouldn't leave the guy. Let's just lean up against the wall, crossing his arms and sighing ]

[antwort]

I can't really expect anything better from a place like this. [ What he wouldn't do for some healing zaiphon... That's how that works, isn't it? Well, whatever, he doesn't have it so he'll have to deal for however long it takes for this to go away.

But that brings him around to another thought. ] How long have you been here?

[generalflirt]

[ He begins to tap his foot a bit here. ]

Almost four years, now.

[antwort]

Four years?! [ Barely avoiding coughing up that mouth full of water he just drank. ]

[generalflirt]

Yes four years?! What's so shocking?!

[ Okay no it is sort of shocking ]

[antwort]

How isn't that shocking?! That's so long! That's terrible!

[generalflirt]

Yeah well that's just how life goes!

[antwort]

[ That's actually gonna shut him up. ]

Yeah, well...

[generalflirt]

[ ... Sigh ]

... No, you're right, four years is a long time.

[antwort]

Have you gone home at all...? That happens, right?

[generalflirt]

Nope. Straight through, for me.

[ But it does happen, which is why he adds that last bit. ]

[antwort]

I'm sorry.

[ SO UNCERTAINLY, he has no idea how to be sympathetic or sound sincere but that sounds like a thing that someone should say in that situation. ]

[generalflirt]

[ Yeah, it probably is. Masaomi, who'd been keeping an airy tone, briefly flashes with a harsh sort of uncertainty himself, how he should feel about that apology... but ]

A-ah, well, it seems you're back now, Shuri-san. You even have some recollection.

[antwort]

[ It couldn't have come at a better time, he guesses. Being here is somehow better than being there, being here means no responsibilities and a new and pressing need to get married. ]

It all feels like waking up from a dream.

[generalflirt]

Careful, you're making your real world sound fanciful.

[antwort]

A nightmare, then! [ But let's be real, Shuri Oak is one of six men in line to marry a princess, he can shoot word lasers out of his hands, transportation is done via steampunk dragon-birds, his family is descended from gods and their continents float.

He's living the fantasy dream. ]

[generalflirt]

What I meant is most people would call Luceti here the "dream."