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[So, now that he's no longer dressed like a fetishtastic circus performer butterfly, and has no idea that he ever was, Chouno is taking one of his walks. Aside from being a little bit shorter, he looks almost exactly the same as a Papillon did, so if anyone saw the beautiful trainwreck that is the flamboyant butterfly king of doom, they could quite easily put two and two together. Hell. They might even think he's Clark Kenting it.
Other than that, he's just taking a walk to try and clear his head-his older self had left a lot of notes for him. Most had been scientific, but their implications were...Interesting to say the least. His notes, however, said nothing about masks, flamboyant costumes and bulging crotch butterflies.
After taking his lengthy walk, he'll be making use of the phones-]
Uhm.
Did anyone recently meet a tall man, with black hair parted in the middle and purple eyes? He would probably look in his mid-twenties unless..., uh, or about twenty years old at the latest? His voice would be very similar to mine.
[He doesn't just say 'did anyone meet me but different', because he still figures that no one remembers who he is.]
Other than that, he's just taking a walk to try and clear his head-his older self had left a lot of notes for him. Most had been scientific, but their implications were...Interesting to say the least. His notes, however, said nothing about masks, flamboyant costumes and bulging crotch butterflies.
After taking his lengthy walk, he'll be making use of the phones-]
Uhm.
Did anyone recently meet a tall man, with black hair parted in the middle and purple eyes? He would probably look in his mid-twenties unless..., uh, or about twenty years old at the latest? His voice would be very similar to mine.
[He doesn't just say 'did anyone meet me but different', because he still figures that no one remembers who he is.]