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After a day of complete normalcy-- practice, practice, practice-- Eiji is convinced that the whole "Milliways" thing was just a dream.
…Mostly convinced.
…Kind of convinced?
Which is why he sneaks into the storage shed again after practice, when he thinks none of his teammates are looking. He opens the back door and peeks through.
OH GOD IT'S STILL THERE.
(Patrons may notice the door slamming shut.)
Eiji opens it again, though, and slinks cautiously into the bar. Maybe he'll just get another one of those awesome parfaits, like he had last time? Besides, he's never going to convince himself (much less his best friend) that this place actually exists if he doesn't spend a little more time here.
So one may find the 14-year-old tennis player in a booth in the corner, eating ice cream with his legs tucked up onto the seat, his cat-like eyes scanning the room warily.
(He's heard some things about the people who come here, okay?)
[Tinytag: Kikumaru Eiji]
[OOC: Open to anyone, 'til it scrolls!]
…Mostly convinced.
…Kind of convinced?
Which is why he sneaks into the storage shed again after practice, when he thinks none of his teammates are looking. He opens the back door and peeks through.
OH GOD IT'S STILL THERE.
(Patrons may notice the door slamming shut.)
Eiji opens it again, though, and slinks cautiously into the bar. Maybe he'll just get another one of those awesome parfaits, like he had last time? Besides, he's never going to convince himself (much less his best friend) that this place actually exists if he doesn't spend a little more time here.
So one may find the 14-year-old tennis player in a booth in the corner, eating ice cream with his legs tucked up onto the seat, his cat-like eyes scanning the room warily.
(He's heard some things about the people who come here, okay?)
[Tinytag: Kikumaru Eiji]
[OOC: Open to anyone, 'til it scrolls!]