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celty sturluson ([personal profile] helmets) wrote2014-02-05 12:29 pm
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i n b o x

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[personal profile] ex_longanimity327 2014-03-29 12:24 am (UTC)(link)
So the stories say. How d'you feel right now, though?

[ turning to her and gesturing vaguely to... well, her. and having her head attached. it may sound a bit of an asshole question, but he's genuinely curious. ]

[personal profile] ex_longanimity327 2014-03-29 12:32 am (UTC)(link)
Is it because you were headless for centuries?

[ He can almost sympathise, but at the same time... he's talking to someone much older than him. ]

[personal profile] ex_longanimity327 2014-03-29 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
And now you are... of sorts.

[ It's like getting her wish, he thinks. But at the same time, they're both trapped in suburban hell. ]

[personal profile] ex_longanimity327 2014-03-29 07:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Of course. Until she's sent back. But one can never tell; people come and go from this place per the landlord's whims. They can rally themselves and complain, but either way, it's something out of their hands: leaving and arriving. ]

... Would you like to? Sent back, I mean.

[personal profile] ex_longanimity327 2014-04-04 01:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Nor his. The only good thing that came from being dragged into this place is seeing Totsuka and Mikoto again... Meeting Celty. He knows the feeling all too well, but at the same time...

...No, he can't stay here either. No matter how it's a relief to see his best friends again... It's not natural—they're dead, he buried them himself...
]

Nor mine.