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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...]

Comments

[brokenclover]

What makes you say that?

[fragmentedimago]

It's not obvious?

[brokenclover]

It is. I was just curious as to what makes you think so.

[fragmentedimago]

It's a little disturbing, this many earless children.

[brokenclover]

--Oh! That's not how it works here.

[fragmentedimago]

...Haa?

[brokenclover]

If you have cat ears, that means you're supposed to be a virgin, right?

[fragmentedimago]

That's right. And you know about it, but it doesn't apply here? --Because Ritsuka's here?

[brokenclover]

A while back, it kind of . . . spread over camp? I had ears and ended up paired with a close friend of mine. It went away after a few days.

[fragmentedimago]

...How does something like that spread?

[brokenclover]

Camp is a very strange place.

[fragmentedimago]

I see there's a lot to get used to. Yeah. That's what I was thinking, though.

[brokenclover]

[nods]

Well, welcome to Camp, in any case.

[fragmentedimago]

Thank you. It's an interesting welcome.

[brokenclover]

Is it?

[fragmentedimago]

This place on the whole.