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[cloakanddaikon]

[Outside the mess hall, just as the sun begins to set, there's a Nobody who has, it seemed, managed to find an old-fashioned ice cream churn. Every so often, he pauses to check the thickening pale blue cream inside, adding salt not only to the ice around the central container, but to the ice cream itself]

There. That should about do it.

Comments

[paradigmlost]

[my ice cream senses are tingling]

[paradigmlost]

Getting hope is unfortunate?

[cloakanddaikon]

I always had hope. For all of us, and for a world that could become our own. I would not have lasted nine years like this without that.

[paradigmlost]

...

[takes in a slightly ragged breath.]

This place isn't bad, y'know?

[cloakanddaikon]

It really isn't. Inexplicable, sometimes, both in itself and in those that live here, but not bad.

[paradigmlost]

[nods]

You were right about what you said earlier.

[cloakanddaikon]

About which?

[paradigmlost]

About making my own connections here.

[cloakanddaikon]

I've followed little of your life here, but things like adoption notices are hard to miss.

[paradigmlost]

... guess so.

[cloakanddaikon]

From those I have met, they seem a good group of people. Though one of these days Counsellor Shigure is going to get himself into more trouble than he bargained for, if he hasn't already.

[paradigmlost]

I think that's just how he is.

[cloakanddaikon]

I would agree. At least his intentions are not always bad.

[paradigmlost]

Definitely not.

[cloakanddaikon]

You'll be okay.

[simplicikey]

Roxaaaaaaaas.