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[mourirdemain]

[sitting in the park, the boy was speaking with the birds. or, at least, listening to them chirp. he was smiling the whole time as he fed them, offering them bits and pieces of the bread that he had with him. every once in a while one would be brave and move closer, allowing him to reach out and pet it.]

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[tempestwards]

[ Guess who happens to be walking by? ]

...

[ Pout. Glare. Turn away. ]

[mourirdemain]

[the sight of a familiar face caused him to spring to his feet and dash over, smiling the whole time.] Sync. I've missed you.

[tempestwards]

Ion. [ Pause. ] Can't say it's mutual.

[mourirdemain]

I understand your point of view. [he spoke in a calm, eloquent manner.] Even still, I find myself wondering how you are doing.