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[babytipping]

[standing near the mafia cave is one (1) confused young man, looking around as if he's . . . well, waiting for something]

. . . goodness, this is a little strange.

(IN THIS POST: 15 year old Lambo! Feel free to look here for details on recognizing him

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[yuumama]

I bet it is.

[babytipping]

It is, but it's nothing to be too concerned over.

[yuumama]

Who's concerned, you? I sure ain't.

[babytipping]

I was at first.

[yuumama]

I'm going to regret asking, buuut why?

[babytipping]

It's nothing serious, I assure you. But five minutes have pass, and I should've returned by now.

[yuumama]

I'm going to pretend I understood that.

[babytipping]

That's the limit of the Ten Year Bazooka - when a person fires it, they're switched with themselves ten years into the future, for five minutes.

My younger self used it more than five minutes ago, so the limit's up. But I haven't returned.

[yuumama]

. . . Yeah, shit like tha happens all the time here. Maybe you knew that.

[babytipping]

It does?

[yuumama]

Yep. This place kinda hates people.

[babytipping]

Would that explain why "camp" could be a cause of something like this?

[yuumama]

Bingo!

[babytipping]

I see. I think I'm beginning to understand now.

You were here when I arrived, weren't you? I have to apologize, I don't remember if I introduced myself or not.

[yuumama]

It's messed up, kid, don't sweat it.

Eh, it's not like I was helping out there. Urameshi Atsuko.

[babytipping]

It seems that way.

My name is Lambo. It's good to meet you, Urameshi-san.