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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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[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."

[antwort]

It's not really that dreamy...

[generalflirt]

But it's more ephemeral than your own world, isn't it?

[antwort]

[ Thinking... ]

Well, maybe. [ Doubtfully. ]

[generalflirt]

Ah. Hah. Well then, let's get you a snack.

[ And he'll make his way to the isles to go and get a bag of chips or something ]

[antwort]

[ He's definitely not going to complain about food. especially not delicious salty goodness. ]

Was I here with someone else?

[generalflirt]

[ Here, catch some potato chips. If you can ]

Yeah, on and off. I forget all their names, but one of them was named Mikage-san, I think?

[antwort]

[ Catching that! And then almost immediately dropping it, fumbling with it, and then catching it at the end. ]

M... Mikage?

[generalflirt]

I think that was his name.

[ ... Um, are you ok ]

[antwort]

[ He's just looking intensely pale and uncomfortable. ]

A.. ah, well then.

[generalflirt]

[ Um... ] ... I take it that's a surprise. Not going to ask why, but you should eat before you faint.

[antwort]

[ Does this guy know Mikage? Does he... He clears his throat and opens the bag.

Better just keep that low and not ask stupid questions. ]

That's just weird. We're not friends.

[generalflirt]

Ah, really? Well, I wish I knew that before.

[ Would he have helped? ... Probably not. At the time. Either way, he got him water, pills, and chips. Should he get him something else? No, he'll just get a granola bar for himself ]

[antwort]

He was just my servant.

[ He feels a little guilty saying that. But he's not going to tell anybody Mikage's dead, nor is he going to think too hard on the implications of him being here. In fact, he's going to stuff chips in his face as well mannerly as one can stuff chips in their face. ]

[generalflirt]

Ah [ As he unwraps the granola bar ] In that case, then it's too bad I don't think he's here.

[antwort]

Hmph. An Oak can manage.

[ Chips are the answer to all life's pain and suffering. OM nom nom. ]

[generalflirt]

Yeah, I bet. [ Lost his dad... hard time... hungover. Got he feels bad for him ]

[antwort]

[ Scratching the side of his face.

He'll need... a place to live, right? That's important here. And... cooking. And cleaning. It's all pretty awful. ]

I'll be fine. [ H-huffing, more of an aside to reassure himself. ]

[generalflirt]

Well, not like you need to think that right now.

[ Granola out, he'll make to sit down next to the guy on the floor here. Munch, munch ]

[antwort]

[ He draws one knee up to his chest. ]

I guess not.

[generalflirt]

Nope, you just gotta work yourself out here.

[antwort]

That won't be hard at all. [ I'm amazing after all. ]