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[grasswavemaster.livejournal.com]

[Tsukasa steps onto the Astral Plane again, holding a piece of Aromatic Grass in between his fingers. He starts walking, going towards the forest he was pointed towards the last time he was here.]

[But after a few minutes of walking, he just stops and stares at the stars again.]

Are any of these constellations from the real world? I can't even remember...

Comments

[grasswavemaster.livejournal.com]

From somewhere else. A game.

[quickcleanpure.livejournal.com]

A game.

[grasswavemaster.livejournal.com]

Yeah. [Grins.]

[quickcleanpure.livejournal.com]

That's ridiculous.

[grasswavemaster.livejournal.com]

Not if you're stuck in it.

[quickcleanpure.livejournal.com]

And how exactly does one get stuck in a game? [He has a look on his face like he's expecting this to be a good one.]

[grasswavemaster.livejournal.com]

If I knew that, maybe I wouldn't be stuck.

[quickcleanpure.livejournal.com]

Right.

[grasswavemaster.livejournal.com]

[Has decided that he doesn't like you too much, because you are creepy. Stares at the stars again.]

[quickcleanpure.livejournal.com]

[Has decided that you are a space case on the level of his usual customers. Except lamer 'cause you're not buying. ): So he shakes his head and wanders away.]