[ there's a sound of crunching and rustling leaves, and what can be assumed to be hands fumbling over the journal. there's a pause for a moment before a nervous chuckle is heard. ] W...what the heck is this place? A forest? But how... Hey-- ow-- something's pinching my back...
..wings? Where did these things come from?
Haha.. this sure doesn't
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Dammit. He was here, too, now? ]
...Yamamoto?
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...Go..Gokudera?
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Did I miss anything?
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....wait, what?
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There is a journal next to you. A small black book. We can talk that way through it.
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