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[ceiling_cat]

...Well, now, that's funny.

I could've sworn I was back in Shibuya for a couple seconds there. Guess my mind was playin' tricks on me. That lovely lakeshore sure isn't anything I'd expect in Tokyo.

Sure isn't anything I'd expect in my apartment, either, and I recognize this little note they left me.

Hey there, Discedo.

Lemme guess - it's been a while?

I'd appreciate somebody fillin' me in while I make my way back to less soggy ground. Just how long has it been? Seems a bit colder than the last time I was here.

By the way, if anyone listenin' to this thing has a hand on the controls of whatever you use to drag us here, leave me a bit longer next time, won't ya? I could've grabbed a bag of beans.

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[greatcuppajoe.livejournal.com]

Keep it in mind. Spreading it around could get you both in trouble.

[He shrugged away the serious moment, grinning again.]

If it's just paintings, keep 'em, Phones. I can't do much with those with no supplies.

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[iamnotatunaroll.livejournal.com]

...Wha--Really?

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[greatcuppajoe.livejournal.com]

Knock yourself out.

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[iamnotatunaroll.livejournal.com]

...Thanks.

I'll be careful not to say anything over the communicators.

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[greatcuppajoe.livejournal.com]

Appreciate it, Phones.

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[iamnotatunaroll.livejournal.com]

..........

Good luck finding Joshua.

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[greatcuppajoe.livejournal.com]

Oh, he'll show up.

So, 412, was it?

[He turned towards the door.] See ya around.

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[iamnotatunaroll.livejournal.com]

Yeah. [Neku threw a look toward the kitchen. If Joshua wasn't back soon, he was going to have to figure out how to fix something on his own.]