[There's a soft thud of a journal hitting the ground, which is pretty much what sets it recording. It's landed open face down; nothing to see on it but snow. Then there's a second thud, and a faint scrabbling sound. Pause. Another scrabble and the journal shifts slightly on the ground, before there's a soft, high sound of distress nearby
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Hooom....
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Young one...
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Where are you?
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Did you forget about Kefka, Brook?!
Filter your shit!
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EH?! Ah, I'm terribly sorry! Thank you!
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Where are you?
[he's all business right now, clipped and to the point. No hearts or screaming. That'll be for later when he sees how you are.
And don't think he's missed the slurring, young lady]
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Um... forest. ...east, I think. I can see the river from here.
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Should I bring a coat for you? Or shoes?
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...heh. Thanks.
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