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[goldenpacifist]

[You're in an open field. The sun is shining brightly, wild flowers are scattered about, and underneath the only true around is a boy with blond hair, ordinary clothes, and he's smiling just as bright at the sun because he's free, finally free, and living in a world without experiments, strange dead cities, or cruelty. If you happen to be in his

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[willing_sheath]

[Tomoe looks about, that feeling of freedom is indeed flooding everything.]

It is... peaceful...

[She moves closer to him.]

[goldenpacifist]

[Cain moves in closer as well, resting a hand on his shoulder.]

I hope you're happy here.

[willing_sheath]

[She gives a shallow nod. Her own misplacement in this world unable to make itself known.]

[goldenpacifist]

Would you like to pick flowers with me?

[willing_sheath]

[She nods quietly.]

Yes...

[goldenpacifist]

[He'll start picking away. Cain is so manly.] We can make flower crowns if you like. They'd look beautiful in your hair.

[willing_sheath]

[She'll kneel down herself, picking a bit more slowly.]

You think so...?

[goldenpacifist]

I do! Maybe some white flowers?

[willing_sheath]

[She nods quietly]

[goldenpacifist]

[Cain works away diligently until behold! He has a little flower wreath made entirely of white flowers.]

Here you go!

[willing_sheath]

[She leans in and bows her head if he wants to put it in place.]

[goldenpacifist]

[Cain places it gently on her head, smiling broadly once it's done.]

You look beautiful.

[willing_sheath]

[She looked up... and then lowered her eyes demurely with a small smile, giving a shallow nod.]

[goldenpacifist]

[He smiles mischievously.] Now it's your turn. Let's see your wreath making skills!

[willing_sheath]

[She lets out a small puff of air that could only be a laugh.]

I'm sure they will not be as impressive...

[and with that she starts working slowly and surely at her own.]

[goldenpacifist]

[Cain shakes his head.] As much as I hate to disagree, I think yours will be much better than mine.