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[fragmentedimago]

[There's a guy, leaning outside the mess hall this evening, just watching people going in and out, the expression on his face vaguely discontent. He's also smoking like a chimney, discarding the butts at his feet.]

...Something's wrong with this place.

[But mostly, he's silently calling someone...]

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[fragmentedimago]

[Not going anywhere]

[fragmentedimago]

[lifts his head] ...Ritsuka.

[fragmentedimago]

...

[fragmentedimago]

Ritsuka--

[fragmentedimago]

[ducks down, bending over him to loop his arms loosely around Ritsuka's shoulders, pulling him closer]

[fragmentedimago]

I'm sorry I'm late, Ritsuka.

[fragmentedimago]

Will you chide me? You answered my call...

[fragmentedimago]

Left...?