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[nightshined]

[ stumbling in from a nondescript door is what looks like a disheveled and tired looking young man, amber eyes half lidded, until he sees where he is. The door has already shut behind him, but when he reopens it, the look on his face says that it's not exactly where he came from. He looks more perplexed and annoyed than scared as he gives up on the

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[latenightmoon]

Its no one's joke and I'm afraid you're stuck here.

[nightshined]

[ he stops. And stares for a moment. Obviously more than just a little confused. ]

I gathered just about as much. Can't say I entirely believe it though.

[latenightmoon]

I've been here almost two years, the sense disbelief lingers with you. [Then dies a violent death when the laws of physics are ignored.]

[nightshined]

Two years...? I don't plan on sticking around here that long, thanks. I heard other people managed to get out, and that's what I'm gonna do too.

[ he's distracted, though, looking her up and down. ]

...you remind me of someone.

[latenightmoon]

Neither did I but, I'm stuck here regardless. ...I've been out twice by the way.

[She takes a moment to rub her temples.] Let me guess, Allen Walker? I'm my world's version of him.

[nightshined]

[ he snaps his fingers, as if having a moment of realization. ] That's it! Just like Walker.

...with some improvements. [ and why yes, that is one very grope-y hand coming your way. ]

[latenightmoon]

[That wrist is caught in her grip rather quickly, and her expression is still as calm as before.] I only allow one person to touch my chest and its not you.

[nightshined]

[ oh wow, hey, that kind of hurts! In retaliation, he tries to take his hand back. Bad idea, obviously. ]

Damn. Who's the lucky bastard?

[latenightmoon]

[She lets go of it after a second.]

My world's version of you, actually.

[nightshined]

...really? Damn. [ ahem ] Well, he's a lucky guy, then. ...or girl.

[latenightmoon]

Thanks. [...] Why are you hiding as a guy?

[nightshined]

[ blinkblink ]

...'scuse me?

[latenightmoon]

Your center of balance is in your hips, instead of your shoulders. I barely noticed it at first - it was obvious the moment you tried to reclaim your hand.

[nightshined]

...you're all cheaters. The lot of you. [ she definitely does not look amused. ] Just don't go flaunting it, alright?

[latenightmoon]

I have the unfair advantage of a degree in performing arts. [She was polite and now she's serious.] Would your world's Allen speak of it like that? I doubt it. I won't either.

[nightshined]

From the sound of it, I can't exactly count on something like that in a place like this.