Prompt: touch of moonlight madness.
Tezuka remembers. Originally posted
here."We're snowed in," Tezuka announces, and waits for the room to fall to pieces around him. From the chattering voices, he can make out a few distinct sounds - Atobe's voice, rising in consternation, insisting he will find a way to leave, people owe him favors; Kawamura's
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