#bimeval01

[kleinstar]

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@bimeval

" Huh? "

" Are you stupid? Of course it's real. It's an orphanage. Director says they left me here as a baby. "

At the age of 10 there weren't many times Eiden left its' premises. For the most part it was all he knew - a little world on it's own, complete with all his secret bases scattered around the building as well as this playroom, prepared for the monthly birthday party.

" How would you even be here if it wasn't real? That doesn't make any sense. "

The guy looks strange, different from caretakers and volunteers with the markings on his face. The hair is kinda cool, part pink and all. He looks the age of some of the younger volunteers but the voice mismatches the appearance. He seems more like an adult.

" You are weird. What are you doing here? "

[kleinstar]

@bimeval​​

It had been but a small path, surrounded by thickly grown greenery cradling the tiny space from above. You had to lean forward to travel along while moving aside many, thin, twig-like branches away from your face. Eiden reconsidered it twice or thrice but the curiosity gave in - it seemed a little like a path to a secret lair. 

When the those branches morphed into the hallway Eiden didn’t realize. He found himself in front of a familiar looking door that led into just a children’s playroom, just as familiar, that seemed to have been decorated for something important - balloons, flagbanners and little stickable stars planted on a blackboard. 

In the midst of it sat a boy with a pencils and papers scattered around him, wearing varsity coat, hoodie, shorts and a sour expression. 

“ Oh great. “

“ Another one... Where are you guys even coming from? Isn’t it like illegal to enter buildings uninvited? “