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event 02.
“Mistletoe...” he notes in the voice of the defeated. Eyes fixated on the little sprig hanging from above him, Akira tries to will it away because this is his dream, too.
But no amount of squinting will make it budge. Dreaming must work like telekinesis; it’s utter bullshit.
And here I was, excited to show Leo what Christmas is all about.
“Can someone explain why I just dreamt that I heard someone scream ‘who stole my clothes’?”
“WHO STOLE MY CLOTHES?!”
Her fists are balled and shaking, her eyes narrowed, the ground scorching beneath her feet. Her hair whips behind her, like a hungry flame.
But when she speaks, her voice is oddly soft.
“What... trickery is this?”
