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afkhana:

*:･ﾟ ❝ hiya boss man !! ❞ hana cheered as she walked into the staff room. the warm greeting a welcome distraction from the bitter weather outside, and how her bus was delayed by 20 minutes so sure she was a little late for her shift – but hana … on time ? an oxymoron !! luckily for her – it seemed genji was so distracted with .. something about cyborgs that he had yet to twig such a fact ! ❝ what’cha doooooooing ? thinking of new machines to buy !! because one of my twitter followers showed me this awesome new shooter – ! it’s like .. a tower defence but your defending a castle from a mad scientist and a bunch of robots. ❞

at the sound of hana’s voice , genji looks up from what he’s doing . it’s still strange he’s her boss now , but he likes having her around . it makes him feel closer to how things used to be . “ i was actually looking into ... a game called d&d . do you know anything about it ? ” regardless if she somehow doesn’t , or tells him it’s nerdy , he genuinely asks . a smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he listens to her go on about the game her twitter followers suggested . it sounds oddly familiar , although even he can’t say why . “ is that so ? well i guess we should look into it , then . does it have a name ? ” genji opens a new tab on his laptop , the search-bar ready to go . “ or if you don’t know the name , perhaps we can search by description . ”

#ii. › threads. / hana song.

valkercy:

✨ . @sparrowsliced· said: “ i wouldn’t know where to start . ”

❝ WHICH IS another way of saying that i’m asking the right questions , ❞ the woman pointed out with a tight - lipped smile , a bit more confident in her own assumptions — which had seemed more like impossible , senseless daydreaming the more she pondered about it . even then , that wouldn’t make sense ; maybe a trick her subconscious tried to pull on her for no reason , but that wouldn’t cut it either . the truth was that the more angela tried to rationalize things , the less they seemed to make sense , and the more she grew frustrated with her incapability of solving this particular problem .

that alone was one of the reasons why she thought bringing her concerns to genji would perhaps help the blonde learn a thing or two about her doubts ; such as crucial things she couldn’t quite remember , and things she knew without a reason to . as she moved another piece on the chess board , a heavy breath escaped her lips , ❝ people usually start at the beginning , so maybe we should do the same . after the party a few weeks ago , i started thinking about a few things … one of them in particular , ❞ a pause , gaze briefly lifting to him before turning back to the board . ❝ how did you know my favorite dish ? i don’t remember telling you about it … and i usually only offer it to my patients . ❞

umber hues follow the chess pieces carefully as she speaks , and suddenly it feels reminiscent of a trap — not the game itself , but the game of keeping everything a secret . albeit genji was never trying that hard to begin with . with a barely audible sigh he examines angela for a moment . “ i fear you would not believe me even if i do tell , ” he concludes then , frowning . “ i mean you already didn’t believe me about my brother . ” although he supposes that’s normal . after all in this life he isn’t man and machine combined ; there’s no trace of remorse and regret for the past , for what happened , aside from his scarring . he shakes his head gently and finally moves his own piece . “ plus you seem ... happy here like this , where you are just a doctor . i don’t know if i can live with changing that ... ”

#this is so old im sorrygfcghbghj #ii. › threads. / angela zimmer.

hackika:

❝ HA , i’m not worried about you , you old goose — i know you can take care of yourself ! ❞ a pause , ❝ but , you know … if something happened to you , things would get a kinda boring for me . so stay alert ! ❞ perhaps the reason she found it necessary to treat the matter so lightly was the fact that yukika herself wasn’t sure she could bear to lose someone else ; especially someone she considered family . the girl had barely any recollection of her mother and even then , those scattered , sparse memories were the only family she had . needless to say she was a rather lonely person , genji being one of the very few exceptions . still , when he offered to listen in chase she needed to talk , it didn’t even take a whole second before she started to shake her head in denial , ❝ no , no . that won’t be necessary , i’m alright ! ❞ lie , but how was she supposed to talk about the thing she saw ? sure , the image of her mother wasn’t that big of a deal — but what about the group of people calling her by a different name ? what about the voice in her head , the one who tried to form a contract with her ? how was she supposed to reveal that to him ? ❝ i do , yeah ! i can’t say i know too much , but i’ve read a few things . i uh , read a lot . ❞ there wasn’t much to do in her room besides reading / gaming , after all . ❝ i’d like to hear more stories though ! did your family use to tell you about them ? i’m sure they’re more interesting heard from someone else rather than read online … wait , really ?! ❞ her eyes lit up at the prospect of having sushi for dinner ; it had been so long ! ❝ it’s gonna be you , me , best boy soba & sushi — now you’re talking ! ❞ after rolling down the sleeves of her military - green colored jacket , the girl clapped her hands excitedly , then reached for her rather heavy bag before following the man . she wasn’t about to forget her laptop at the arcade ! ❝ ha , just what i deserve ! i want sashimi , harumaki , yaki- … wait , does soba get upset if we eat actual soba noodles around him ? ❞

“ if you ever change your mind , you know where to find me . ” and he leaves it at that , because if genji can relate to anything it’s appreciating people who respect boundaries . some things aren’t meant for discussion , or at least not right away — patience is important . “ oh ? well , i might have a story that is new for you . it is about two oni brothers and how they ruled together , but ultimately had different ideas , which led to a clash of their blades . ” or at least that’s what his tale will tell . she doesn’t need to know the gory truth of his real past . besides , green oni - blue oni may be a bit cathartic for him after the masquerade . “ however you’d consider it a story with a moral lesson , probably . ”

when yukika begins to ramble about foods though , he hums as a small chuckle escapes his scarred lips . “ no , soba doesn’t get upset . why do you think i named him that ? he would often come out to steal some , still does . ” it’s not necessarily a lie after all . “ my brother always was against the naming — as expected , i never listened to him . just because he said wouldn’t name his , doesn’t mean i wouldn’t name mine . ”

genji pauses then as he glances towards the girl beside him . “ you know , when i was younger our chefs would reward us for our training with soba-cha custards . i would take mine up to the roof of our ancestral home and dangle my legs over the ledge while eating it . the sight of the town was my favorite . although when i would get lonely , soba would -- ” he stops , warm hues cast downwards now as he realizes what he said , and how much . no one knew that tidbit about him before , as his past is usually a topic he leaves to mystery . this life really has changed his perspective on certain things ; he’s unsure if he’s grateful for it or worried . “ that was a long time ago and everything is different now , but ... don’t think for a second that the little guy would ever miss an opportunity to be spoiled and fed . ”

#food tw #ii. › threads. / yukika sasaki.#85473827473 years later !

genji hums as he scans the text before him — deep into thought , trying to make sense of it . he remembers isolde mentioning a game called ‘ d&d ’ and ultimately it piqued his interest . of course , there’s a much more updated version of this back where he’s from , but he was too busy partying or spending hours in the arcade to avoid familial duties in is own youth to bother with it . “ i am still disappointed there are no cyborgs , ” he mutters , more to himself than anything . “ but at least i can still be a ninja . ” it’s settled as easily as that ! “ though ... it now begs the question , which options are better ? ” it isn’t until he hears a voice that’s not his own chime in , that he looks up from his ‘ studying ’ . “ oh , my apologies . it seems i was ... occupied . ” a feeling of embarrassment creeps over him briefly as he chuckles . “ did you need something ? ”

#castletown.starter #it can be anywhere bc im a vague bicth

lionknightess:

IT HAD BEEN A WHILE since the blonde felt this bothered by something specific rather than this new life as a whole . ever since the robberies — more specifically , the discovery that something so precious to her and her best friend had been stolen , there wasn’t much more isolde could bring herself to think about . sure , she’d been going about her days as if nothing had changed , doing her best to push forward as usual , but still ; why hasn’t the culprit been found yet ? is the police not taking these matters seriously ?

a part of her wanted to do something — anything would be better than standing still and watching as people came up with dozens of different theories that were most likely far from the truth . she had never been good at leaving things in the hands of others . that being said , it is only when she hears a voice directed towards her that the blonde snaps out of her thoughts , emerald gaze instantly shooting up towards the source . ❝ huh ?! … sorry , i wasn’t– i got a bit distracted . my apologies . ❞ with a sigh , she offered an apologetic smile , ❝ would you repeat that , please ? ❞

brown hues soften as they take in isolde’s demeanor ; genji doesn’t wish to pry , but his heart breaks a little seeing her out of it like this . with a soft hum , he only nods at her apology . “ i said , ” he starts again . “ if you would like to postpone , i understand . ” while genji doesn’t know what’s going on with the blonde , he knows from personal experience , people have their own ways of dealing . being alone is one of them . but , he also knows there’s solace in having somewhere to be vulnerable without punishment . “ remember this is a safe space . ” as the once-cyborg gestures around the room , it’s practically empty otherwise . privacy is important . “ whatever you are comfortable with sharing is between us . ” genji pauses before adding , lightheartedly . “ and i suppose between soba , as well . ” it never fails to amuse him how quickly new friends became attached to his spirit dragon , although he finds it oddly comforting . the dragon and him are one , after all .

#ii. › threads. / isolde gellar.

which feral kid is the feralest?

“ can i say all of them ? because they are all feral in their own way , and i don’t think i can choose . i do have a slight bias towards skull , because he’s the main one that does parkour with me . not to call myself out , however . i mean as an apparent business owner , if ceiling fixtures can withstand the weight of a feral nineteen year old , then they should be fine … right ? i am not sure angela would agree , but if no one gets harmed , she doesn’t need to know . ”

#Anonymous #ii. › answered.

what is your general opinion of castle town? is there anything about this place that bugs you?

“ my general opinion ? it isn’t the worst place i’ve called home . i miss my brother … and i suppose it is foolish to do so given how we left things , but i had hoped this place would be a neutral ground for us to work things out . if he even remembered me , that is . though something that bugs me ? well . i could do without the weird occurrences . i have enough nightmares when i sleep , i did not need to be reminded of them while awake . ”

#Anonymous #ii. › answered.

rosemilitis:

⇾ @sparrowsliced ❁

THE SOUNDS OF 8-BIT SOUNDTRACKS AND THE FLASHES OF BRIGHT COLORS ANNOYED ÉCLAIR. No, it didn’t annoy her per se. It just added aggravation towards her already overwhelmed feelings. She wanted to clear her mind with something fun to do after everything had happened. Maybe, however, the arcade was the worst idea she has ever come up with thus far. She didn’t even play games casually, much less enjoyed them.

Nevertheless, she plays. Token after token, buttons after buttons—until she’s on her last life. The intensity of the colors and the fact that it was her last life made her even more focused than ever before. But, she knew she was never a star with video games. And it showed. With the wrong move, it was ‘Game Over’ for her. Clicking her tongue, she slams a fist on the machine—annoyed. It was a stupid fighting game anyway. It had to be rigged. Putting her hands in her jacket pockets, she looks at her cup full of tokens. Well, full was the wrong word. Cup empty of tokens more like it. Did she really waste all the tokens she had on this one specific arcade game? Is she an idiot?

She sighs, grabbing the empty cup and walking over to the counter in hopes of a refill. But she also hopes that the owner didn’t catch her slamming her fist down on the machine. Though, even if he did, she’d be surprised if she’d get scolded for it. Wasn’t it normal for gamers to do that?

❝ How much are tokens again? ❞

while it’s typical for genji to oversee what’s going on in the arcade , he usually does it from the shadows where nobody can spot him — the only thing visible is a blur of obnoxious green locks from his movement . but today is different . he’s arguably more present , still off to the side , though more than a lurking figure . the sound of button mashing , frustrated groans , and 8-bit victories or defeats ; he feels at ease , almost like he was a teenager again ( but he can’t lie , spending late hours at the arcade in hanamura went well into his late adolescence . ) it’s all nostalgic to him . he loves it , and he mourns it all the same .

suddenly he’s pulled from his thoughts by the sound of a voice .

oh , someone needs more tokens . for a moment he wonders briefly where his employees are , only to figure they likely had their hands full with other priorities ... very well then . genji smiles at the girl before him , paying no heed to the voice at the back of his head . the clawing instinct to find a mask to hide — no . he has a job here , and while he’s perhaps one of the most lenient business owners , he has to retain slight semblance of care sometimes . after all , who knows how long they would be stuck here ? may as well make the most of it .

“ it depends on how many you wish to buy , ” he answers her calmly , uncrossing his arms as he moves behind the counter . “ they’re twenty-five cents each . ”

#u waited so long ........ and for what #this is trash !#ii. › threads. / éclair ferrant.

hackika:

❝ — AND THAT’S the last one of them ! don’t hold your applaud , ❞ laughing , the girl disconnected the cable that linked her laptop to the cabinet housing what was the last game in need of cheat - proofing . usually yukika would be the last person to act so nonchalant and overly prideful , except this was about her skills as a hacker , something she had absolutely no doubt in . if anything , it was the one thing she believed herself to excel in , perhaps the only talent she recognized despite having so many .

closing her laptop , yukika stood up from her spot on the floor ( not that genji hadn’t offered a proper seat to her — he did , several times , but it was just a matter of preference ) and turned to the man she had grown to see as a brother . ❝ i’ll take payment in the form of free of charge gaming for the rest of the year ! … or , you know , just some curry or sushi will do too . ❞ she didn’t so much consider this whole thing to be an actual hacking job , but a favor she was doing for genji and , consequently , for hana as well . that being said , it wasn’t like the girl would refuse an actual meal rather than cup noodles , or even some gaming benefits ! ❝ by the way , ❞ she pauses , eyes wandering around as if looking for anyone eavesdropping before continuing with her words , ❝ are you okay ? i mean , after that creepy party … i thought i would ask . ❞ after all , though her encounter with genji was a brief one that night , it did leave an impression on yukika . perhaps it was a sore subject , one he would rather not think about , but asking seemed to be the right thing — at least so he would know there were people who cared . ❝ it was a weird night … but your costume looked cool ! ❞

the creepy party . while he shouldn’t smile at her wording , given the circumstance of what happened there , he does regardless . with a small hum in acknowledgement , genji loosely crosses his arms . “ it could have been worse , please do not worry about me , ” he answers truthfully . “ but i appreciate you asking . ” he does , really , because it’s a rare thing these days . “ i hope you are well , too . if you ever need to talk , i am here . ” but at her mention of his costume , his smile turns softer . “ do you know legends of yōkai ? i could tell you some over sushi , because i could go for some dragon rolls . maybe we can even sneak soba some , if he behaves . ” genji pauses then , uncrossing his arms as he gets a pair of keys from his pocket . “ come on , yukika . i think we can get away with going to get food for a while . and as a thank you for your services , you can pick whatever from the menu — yes , that is giving you a lot of power , i am aware . ”

#ii. › threads. / yukika sasaki.#food tw

pacifelicity:

the bow catches them off-guard, but in return, they do a bow as well, still smiling. then, once they both stand at each other’s attention once more, he takes the flower. there are dozens around the mansion that look like it, but to felicity, this one is special, just because they were the one to give it to him. he seemed like he needed a little pick-me-up this evening. kind. that’s all the brunette ever wants to be. when asked what they’re supposed to be, all the other gets is a small shrug. it’s nothing specific, no character in mind, more just wanting to wear a bunch of flowers in their hair and creating something out of that idea. i work at sacred grove. i helped decorate! is what they try to tell the other, by way of motions and the smile growing on their face. so i guess i’m a flower garden? a small scrunch of their nose punctuates the look. maybe that’s what they should’ve gone as instead - a sacred grove employee. what are you dressed as? that’s easier to ask - a little hand motion toward him and his masque, his robes, and eyebrows raising curiously.

he’s silent as he observes their motions , intently following to the best of his abilities . he knows how it is — during his tenure at blackwatch , he hardly spoke even a whisper . “ a flower garden ? do you have a favorite flower ? ” although he may not look it , genji often finds himself visiting botanical gardens . it’s peaceful and reminds him of a previous life . one that long left before his arrival in castle town . “ my favorites are sakura , however i may be biased . ” the cherry blossom viewings are forever vivid in his memory ; times where both he and his brother were together and not torn asunder by the clan elders . but memories aside , he gestures to his mask and taps it gently . “ i am an oni , ” he explains happily . “ it is a type of yōkai — or demon — in japanese folklore . sometimes if i convince him , my brother is one as well so we match ... but i have yet to see him tonight . ”

#ii. › threads. / felicity tayle.

* 𝘗𝘙𝘐𝘝𝘈𝘛𝘌 𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘙𝘛𝘌𝘙. / 𝘕𝘐𝘕𝘈. ( @monitorism )

although not one to often celebrate halloween festivities , genji could never say no to a good piece of chocolate . it’s no dr. ziegler approved swiss , but he isn’t picky . sitting by himself near a bowl of treats while other guests mingle , ungloved fingers lift the oni mask slightly — just enough to unashamedly bite into the candy . ever since coming to castle town his diet arguably hasn’t been much better , however it’s a lot easier to indulge now that he’s human once more . by the time his fourth piece makes its way past his lips , sudden movement catches his attention . “ i recommend the milk chocolate . ” genji speaks loud enough for the person to hear over the noise , but still faintly obscured by the mask he holds . “ well , if you like that type of chocolate , that is . ” because some people don’t . or similar in angela’s case , prefers one kind over another . fully adjusting his mask back to what it was , genji clears his throat softly while he slips his glove on . “ you look nice , by the way , ” he compliments the girl casually . “ i like your flower crown . ” from the tone of his voice he’s smiling . genji recognizes the costume in question vaguely : a disney princess , isn’t it ? “ if you do not mind me saying , it suits you . ”

#ii. › threads. / nina nabi.#o h i hope this is ok !! jhashsjsahd #food tw #eating tw

pacifelicity:

there’s vines with small white flowers, braided into their auburn locks and dancing around their wrists, up their arms, twirling around their eyes. some of the flowers were real as well - it’s a lot of green on such a petite frame, but it fits in as much as stands out among the autumn atmosphere that was mostly provided by the store. felicity chose to carry the comfort of sacred grove with them for the masquerade this evening, looking like they walked right off of the creeping vine wall as they fiddle absently with the arrangements adoring the grandiose mansion staircase. this was one of the centerpieces of the house, and therefor was one of the most decorated for the evening.

plenty milled about inside and out, strangers and friends alike, as they made themselves look as occupied as possible while still being alone. yet as someone passed, the young one felt a sense of boldness ( or what they could only determine was boldness, but it could also just be that sort of fuzzy feeling one got when they were undeniably and uncharacteristically content ). taking a flower from their hair, they offered it to the other - would you like one? their smile said. it would go wonderful with your masque, and i have plenty to replace it with.

being behind a mask brings a guilty comfort to genji . it conceals him , and his past so viciously written across his skin , from prying eyes . in castle town , he musters up the self confidence to show his face , but this masquerade allows him to hide once more . just for a night ! no matter how at peace he is with what ( who ) he is , he thinks it’s best if others are shielded from his scarred visage . as genji aimlessly strolls , there’s a vague pang in his stomach . and suddenly , he’s homesick for a place that hasn’t been home for a long time . the shimada castle in hanamura . all it does is plague his mind with thoughts of his brother . he closes his eyes and pauses for a moment , inhaling and exhaling solemnly . but before his thoughts wander any further , he’s in front of another . the swordsman doesn’t recognize them , yet their simple offer is enough to bring a smile . not that they can see it under his oni mask , though . he bows slightly in silent thanks and takes the flower graciously .

“ i see . that is very kind of you . ” he chuckles softly as he tucks the flower safely in his robes , peaking out at a reasonable distance . “ may i ask what you’re supposed to be ? ”

#ii. › threads. / felicity tayle.

cfsoldiers:

@sparrowsliced· said ‘ i could learn a thing or two from this? thanks for the warning, i will avoid it. ’

Jack probably shouldn’t crack a smile at that, but he does anyway. As aggravating as Jack could sometimes find Genji there was a familiarity there, a joy that some things hadn’t changed so much. “Well don’t say I never tried to help you,” he replied warmly with a small shrug.

for a moment , genji wonders if this jack is the jack he remembers . similarly with angela , things are the same ... but not . in his actual youth , his bitter days of blackwatch , he would have shrugged the older man off --- foolishly , full of misdirected resentment . now here in this odd place where none of that appears to matter , he offers up a smile of his own in return . “ of course , ” he speaks with a brief nod , “ you would not be the first to tell me ‘ i told you so ’ even if i did . ” though soon genji pauses and a vague hesitation , caution , laces his next words . “ but i see you are the mayor now . somehow that is ... fitting for you . ”

#ii. › threads. / jack morris.

valkercy:

❝ HOMEMADE BIRCHER MUESLI … you do know i wouldn’t have minded takeout , right ? ❞ granted angela was always one for choosing the healthier option at hand , but she didn’t take genji for the type of person who knew dozens of different recipes or cooked for fun ; if anything , the food wasn’t the most important part of spending some time with her friend . regardless , the blonde would be lying if she said it wasn’t nice to have a homemade meal after a long day . and one of her favorites , even !

with a gentle nod of her head , she cast a thankful glance at the man , ❝ thank you , genji . i would have never guessed that you like this sort of food ! ❞ if anything , it was a bit suspicious . while angela would often prepare the dish for herself and even for patients as well ( after all , it was very nutritious ) , she didn’t quite understand why genji would have picked this over something else . after taking some of it in her spoon and bring it to her mouth , angela nodded approvingly before speaking again . ❝ don’t mind me but you’re not s i c k , are you ? ❞ / @sparrowsliced

although he’s happy --- grateful --- he’s able to befriend her as well in this life , genji wishes she would remember . it’s arguably selfish , he thinks for a moment as his gaze is steady on her , but it doesn’t feel right to leave her in the dark . of course , he knows he can’t outright tell her any of what they’ve been through ; patience is key with this , it seems . no matter how restless it makes him , he remains as unaffected as possible on the outside . for her sake . genji knows what it’s like to have one’s entire life thrown into chaos , so despite none of this being her real life , he doesn’t know if he can really do it . she seems peaceful , and that’s what’s important , isn’t it ? even so , he can’t help but to be at conflict with himself over the knowledge . with a soft smile , he hums . “ i am full of many surprises , angela . ” he answers with a short laugh , forcing down the name ‘ dr . ziegler ’ that sits so tantalizingly on his tongue . in hopes that she might remember something , anything , he made that damned muesli --- because she’s right as usual . he wasn’t the type to enjoy such a meal ; after all the time he’s spent in angela’s care , it certainly stuck with him .

however when angela only asks if he’s sick , a look of surprise morphs his scarred visage for a second . his warm , honey-colored eyes soon flash with an inexpressible sadness as he realizes perhaps his initial plan didn’t work . “ no . i promise i’m not , ” he assures her , “ bircher muesli reminds me of someone very important . i ... she’s a remarkable doctor , i’m sure she would be proud to see me pick the healthier option . ” she’s also you . once again , he refrains . “ i don’t make it often , i will admit . but i suppose we can say i’m missing a friend . ” he pauses to take a spoonful of his own bowl , and the memories attached nearly burn . he’s acquainted with being alone , yet this is something else entirely . “ and i thought you might like it , too . ”

#food tw #eating tw #you gave me a beautiful starter and i replied with trash :/#ii. › threads. / angela zimmer.

verrnillions:

⁠ — ❝ WE’VE BEEN UP TO OUR NECKS IN COMPLAINTS , ever since the power outage a few days ago. ❞ Ada notes , half-distracted by the emails she’s going through on her phone , and then of course the conversation at hand. Despite the fact one may be stressed from prior incidents , she doesn’t look at all like it’s getting to her. Steely calm & collected - that’s how she always is. She’s great at keeping that demeanor. ❝ And of course , we should be. That was an incident that should have never happened - and we’re doing all we can to ensure it doesn’t happen again. Generators & electricity backups are the main focus. ❞ She taps on her phone a few more times , before lips curl into a small smile.❝ Did you hear the rumors that people saw ghosts when the lights went out , though ?? Quite … interesting , if you ask me. ❞

if he could compare ada to someone , perhaps he would choose his brother . one-track mind on work . dismissing even the slightest things that could prove troublesome . a collected composure that he took years to manage — then as if something clicks , genji realizes it’s hanzo of the past he’s somewhat reminded of . back when they were at home ( what’s home anymore , anyway ? ) and their father wanted them both to lead the clan . of course that being noted , he hopes she won’t go and kill him , too . a smile slightly curves his still scarred lips ( it seems despite being human once more , and younger evidently — his past never leaves him ) for different reasons to her own , as he watches . “ just ghosts ? ” he asks finally , curiosity arguably piqued . “ i suppose there are worse things to see . ” his eyes suddenly shift from her to the boardwalk . “ you know , like dead relatives who aren’t as dead as you thought . ” although his words are said in jest , it’s the type where one can’t pinpoint if it’s really a joke . “ however , ” genji sighs , “ i’m sure the delmare’s reputation will be fine . and if the complaints are too much , then your former customers are more than welcome in the arcade while they look for room elsewhere . ” if he’s stuck here in this strange world , he may as well have some ‘ fun ’ of his own . some habits really survive anything .

#ii. › threads. / adeline zhou.

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