☆ eighth | action & written [ back-dated to afternoon of the 3rd ]

[outwalks]

[ On what is a regular hot summer afternoon, there is a boy sitting in a clearing, muttering to himself and very carefully lighting something on fire. His journal lies forgotten at his side, but that's just as well. It's a pretty big fire. Feel free to drop by

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[written]

[outwalks]

He'll see it when it's needed.

[written]

[outwalks]

[ Cue smi~ling~ ]

Boy. Are you named?

[written]

[outwalks]

[ Don't judge a man for his leaky pen, Ted. :( ]

Truth. Your name is only your identity.

[written]

[outwalks]

All names show faces. See to remember one next time

b o y.

[ And that face vanishes from the journal, though it doesn't shut for some reason. ]

[written]

[outwalks]

[ Later, if he ever glances back to this page, he'll find all responses scratched if not outright torn from the journal. Strange indeed! ]