[The feed shows Ganta sitting on his bed, hugging his knees to his chest. For the first time, he's out of his prison uniform, wearing pants and a sweater that's too big for him, so that his hands are hidden in the sleeves. He's looking out the window, though all that can be seen is the gray-white of way too much snow. The light in the room flickers
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The snow will melt soon. Then you won't feel as... [Cold? Lonely? Trapped? ...whatcouldshesay!?] ...low. [Lame. But that is because this-mun is lame. B|;;;]
...Would you mind if I brought up some hot chocolate?
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[Baawwww you know ilu bb.]
...I'd like it if you did, Belarus-san.
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Then I will be up there shortly. Would you like marshmellows?
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Then she walked to his room, careful not to spill any of it before calling to him. It would be hard to knock with hands occupied by hot mugs... "Ganta?"
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"Thank you, Belarus-san."
He closed the door after her.
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...Break. What have you done to her. B|
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Oh look, Belarus was right.
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May I sit?
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Oh! Yeah, sorry. Please make yourself comfortable.
[He climbs back onto his bed and sits cross-legged, holding his mug carefully in both hands.]
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Are they healed yet...? [His legs of course.]
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[He sips his hot chocolate.]
I should probably start being more careful about what I say on the network. I had to answer lots of questions about my collar.
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