Thirty-Two. [Voice, Japanese]

[scarredtruth]

[The audible sound of an almost violent shock, followed by a quiet grunt. No show of pain; just the softest sigh - a breath really. Silence.]

...Is it supposed to hurt? Heh.

[Rustling, obvious movement though it's difficult to judge where to. And a tired, metallic groan afterward, weight distributed against something. Probably not safe. Thus

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[skybound_love]

Than this? Surely, you must be joking.

[scarredtruth]

You don't know.

[skybound_love]

Is your city also abandoned and dilapidated?

[scarredtruth]

No...

[skybound_love]

Do you have to scrounge to survive?

[scarredtruth]

I didn't mean that.

[skybound_love]

Then, praytell, how could home be anything like this?

[scarredtruth]

It just is.

[skybound_love]

Come, come, Johnny is curious!

[scarredtruth]

I don't want to talk about it.

[skybound_love]

Soubi, you're always like that. It's so boring.

[scarredtruth]

How?