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[happy_irthday]

[ How long has it been?

Beyond's not sure, but he's definitely older. Two years, maybe three. And he doesn't look quite as innocent. It could be the bloodstains on his shirt, but then again, that could be his own blood. It's hard to tell. It doesn't matter much anyway, since he's in the middle of a hallway, sitting with legs crossed, playing with a

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[misamisal]

::Oh, look a B marking up the carpet. That's a new one. But then she notices something...he looks a little older, but...::

Beyond? Is that you?

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Oh, Miss Misa, too? Beyond hasn't seen Miss Misa in here before. [ He hums a little, running the knife along his sleeves, sticking his tongue out in concentration. It's almost like he's trying to cut through his clothes without breaking the skin. ]

Misa~ Mi, Mi, Mi, Misaaa.

[misamisal]

::Crouching down next to him, she gently lays a comforting hand on his back::

Are you alright, Beyond? You've seen me here many times.

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[ He flinches, and then stares at Misa, knife dropping to the ground. ]

... Did-- Misa...
Misa touched Beyond.

[ He sounds shocked. ]

[misamisal]

::quickly, she takes her hand away, expression worried::
I'm sorry, am I not supposed to?

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Nnn--

[ He looks confused, like everything's been reversed and flipped upside down. ]

Misa is real? Beyond-- hallucinations, the doctors said, they said Beyond wasn't supposed to. But Misa touched Beyond, and Misa is--

[ Wide eyed. ] Beyond is back.

[misamisal]

::Her eyes widen now; she hadn't known he had left. Softly, she wraps her arms around him, holding him close::

Oh, Beyond, I had no idea you left. I thought you were hang out in your own room, or with A or the Ghost B. I'm so sorry you went home, I'm so glad you're back!

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[ He practically clings. ]

B-beyond was gone... was... [ He buries his face in her sleeve. ] Beyond is so glad to be home.

[misamisal]

::Upon feeling him cling to her, she gathers him tighter against her::
I'm so glad you're home, too. I hope you never have to leave again.
::Gently she pets his hair, as if consoling a child::

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[ He snuggles into her arms, and he's trembling a little. It's a lot to handle, and he thinks if he starts talking, he'll start crying, so he's silent. ]