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[A] - (The streets of Mayfield)

[It's a ridiculous sight, really. Not as if Holland would care how he appears to anybody but himself but he's--

He's walking his bunny.

The small animal has a bright orange harness on, there is a leash attached, and he's slowly walking down the sidewalk as Poffertje investigates various plants, cracks in the sidewalk,

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[a_gentle_boy]

[He can never find the man when he actually really wants to find him. Lucas seems to be channeling some sort of inner super-speed when he zooms up to the Netherlands.]

Mr. Netherlands! ...H-How are you?!

[This is asked a little more frantically than one would normally ask that question.]

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Lucas?

[He seems a little surprised but pleased.]

[a_gentle_boy]

Yeah.

...I didn't see you last week.

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It was a bad time to be out.

[But there's a slight question in the way he looks at Lucas; were you out in it, Lucas? Are you alright?]

[a_gentle_boy]

I know. But I tried to find you, anyway...

[Lucas, of course, will brush off the look to ask first.]

Was everything alright?

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I managed.

[Not. . . really okay with telling Lucas about having to kill Japan.]

You?

[a_gentle_boy]

I was fine.

You... managed? I mean, we all do, in the end, just by living, right...?

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[Just a slightly meaningful look. That's about what he's doing right now, managing.]

[a_gentle_boy]

[Lucas's head lowers a little bit.]

...I'm sorry I couldn't find you, Mr. Netherlands.

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It's better for you to look out for yourself first.

[Pat pat. Don't go all sad on him, Lucas.]

[a_gentle_boy]

Y-Yeah, but...! I can't just be selfish like that. ...Most of you are more important than me.

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That's not true at all.

[It's almost scolding. . .but he can't really scold Lucas.]

[a_gentle_boy]

At least... to me.

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That's not very fair.

[He'll sit heavily on this bench here, watching the rabbit sniff at a crack in the sidewalk.]

[a_gentle_boy]

Why not?

[Lucas will sit down, too. And notice the rabbit for the first time.]

Oh!... Chocomeltje's back.

[Wrong name, Lucas. But that was the one he remembered.]

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[Chocomeltje. . . well, that was one of his rabbits. He had more than one.]

This isn't her . . . I guess she was here before?

And because it's not, that's why. [So quietly bossy. . .]