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

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[ 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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[ Well, this is interesting. What looks like Allen passes fingertips across the window. However Naoki's demonic side works, he may feel a strong tug somewhere in his brain. Not a compulsion, but a message.

It sounds kind of like good afternoon, boy. ]

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[ Allen doesn't necessarily respond, but the face disappears and there's a thunk of forehead to paper from the other end. Take a wild guess what happened. ]

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[ The sound of somebody asking worrying questions is the worst wake-up call ever. ]

Naoki? Ah, sorry-were you saying something?

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Just a nap. I must have been sleepier than I thought.

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Thought you heard. . . ?

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A lot of people seem to be hearing things this month. . . . Did it sound familiar?

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The magatam-ah. [ Scarcely a pause at all. ] Are you all right, then? How do you feel?

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That's good. But it doesn't happen very often, I take it.