[The device is set at an awkward angle, as if dropped on the ground with little care. In the corner of the view, Nagi has his hands held out and eyes closed. He's in the middle of a clearing and surrounded by trees ten times his height. With a sudden burst of energy, the first row of trees around him suddenly burst into splinters. A sweep of his ( Read more... )

[It's difficult to see from this pocket-view, but it's clear that Nagi's in a sports supply store. There are basketballs here, hockey sticks there ( Read more... )

[Ow. Head. Ow. Omi blinked against glaringly harsh lights and tried to force himself to focus as he swam back to consciousness. His head was pounding and the last thing he remembered was the MPs breaking into their apartment. He'd been sleeping on the couch.

He pushed himself into a sit and tried to blink until his eyes started working again.]

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[Sitting in his giant ass space room, Nagi is slowly sipping at his mango bubble tea. Yes, he still drinks that stuff even after his temporary friendship with Omi ended. He's focused on an actual desktop, though the keys on the keyboard seem to press on their own. You can barely see the array of numbers and letters on the screen, all meaning ( Read more... )