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[nokickthepuppy]

[THERE IS A TRAIN FLYING THROUGH THE SKY]

[THERE IS A BOY ON A BICYCLE CHASING IT. . . AND HEADING VERY FAST TOWARDS A PICNIC TABLE]

[WHAT DO YOU DO?]

Comments

[ladieslady]

[WHO... WHO KNOWS]

O-Oi!

[nokickthepuppy]

[SEE ABOVE WITH PAIN]

[ladieslady]

[w-wince]

Ah...

[nokickthepuppy]

[quiet. . . then laughing]

[ladieslady]

... You're all right, I take it?

[nokickthepuppy]

[and getting up!]

--Huh? Oh, I'm fine.

[ladieslady]

You're going to give innocent bystanders a heart attack.

[nokickthepuppy]

I didn't mean to.

[ladieslady]

I suppose not...

[nokickthepuppy]

[picking up his bike]

You're alright?

[ladieslady]

Oh, I'm fine.

[nokickthepuppy]

Good.

It's nice to meet you. I'm Takemoto Yuta.

[ladieslady]

Chie Hallard. Is this your idea of entertainment, then?

[nokickthepuppy]

No, I just saw it and felt like I had to chase it.

[ladieslady]

I do wonder where it's going...

[nokickthepuppy]

I don't think it's a real train. . . And it's leaving anyway. [right through the barrier]