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Sam hasn't thought much about Milliways since the last time. Truth be told, it's been so long he's been starting to think of it as some kind of pleasant hallucination, a side effect of a square peg beating itself senseless trying to fit into a round hole.
He can't wear any of his favorite holiday things outside of the house. Not the dress, the shoes, the hair clip. It's beginning to tell on him.
Which, he thinks, if his hallucination theory is accurate, would explain why Milliways has shown up behind the door of one of Rosemere's boys' bathrooms. And if his theory is wrong, well, then he's just grateful.
He takes the first empty table he finds, sits, and lets out a very long sigh.
[OOC: Plotlocked until Dahlia comes along. Will be here for a couple of hours, then I have to beg slowtime.]
He can't wear any of his favorite holiday things outside of the house. Not the dress, the shoes, the hair clip. It's beginning to tell on him.
Which, he thinks, if his hallucination theory is accurate, would explain why Milliways has shown up behind the door of one of Rosemere's boys' bathrooms. And if his theory is wrong, well, then he's just grateful.
He takes the first empty table he finds, sits, and lets out a very long sigh.
[OOC: Plotlocked until Dahlia comes along. Will be here for a couple of hours, then I have to beg slowtime.]