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[stayinthecar]

[Coming from the direction of the arts and crafts hut is a tall, dark, and troubled-looking young man, his hands full of... small things. Upon closer examination, they are pocket pals, and they look very familiar.]

...I would advise not consuming any of the refreshments in the arts and crafts hut.

Also, I apologize about the door.

(( Hiatus not-

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[bakibakibaki]

Eeh? What's this?

[stayinthecar]

The end of a long, confusing story. [holds out eight little pocket pals]

[bakibakibaki]

[peeeeer]
That one looks like my son!

[stayinthecar]

What is your son's name? It may be him.

[bakibakibaki]

My son is Wataru. [points at the pocket pal]

[stayinthecar]

Yes. Would you like him? There's nothing I know to do.

[bakibakibaki]

I would.

[holding hands out for son D:]

[stayinthecar]

[gently places tiny-wataru in your hands]

[bakibakibaki]

[takes and tucks carefully into jacket pocket]

How did this happen?

[stayinthecar]

I am uncertain. People speak of camp magic?

[bakibakibaki]

I see.

Thank you for keeping him safe.

[stayinthecar]

I didn't do anything...

[bakibakibaki]

You gave him to me. That's plenty~

[stayinthecar]

[glances at Taiga, frowning]

He's lucky you were here to take him.

[bakibakibaki]

His brother can be a bit forceful.

[stayinthecar]

So I noticed.