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[laviru]

[ Akito is sitting outside his cabin door, lit cigarette between his lips, fingers playing with the lighter, both items of which he'd found with his belongings months before. He didn't seem to take much notice of the snow he sat on, or the snow falling on him, staring blankly outwards at the other cabins. One knee curled up, his crow sat on the outstretched other, staring at Akito.]

...I think I know how that girl feels, now.  [ He glances at the crow and blinks once.]  It's a lot quieter this time around..