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[mellowyellow]

[It's late on the seventh when Masaomi wakes up on a church pew. At first, he can't bring himself to do anything other than stare at his hands. Slowly he raises them above his head, takes in the palms, flips them over, hesitantly touches the backs, slides his fingers down his own arms.

He's whole.

Suddenly, he digs his nails in. It hurts, and he pulls back, leaving harsh red marks. Masaomi sits up then, still staring like he can't believe his own senses.

He's not crying. You're crying.]


[It's not until the eighth that he sends out another text. No ominous snapshots this time.]

Didn't cut it as a carny.

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[mellowyellow]

Sure!

[Don't mind him as he scoops a stick off the side of the path and hands it over to Sora. He's gonna need a microphone for this performance.]

Now serenade your loving audience.

[arsarcanum]

[ He takes it, grinning. He knows he sucks, but hot damn if he isn't a performer. ]

Okay, but remember, you asked for it.

[ And he'll dance along as they go, and the dancing is quite good, but this rendition of Journey's Streetlight People (Don't Stop Believing)? Barely on key, and that's about the only saving grace. This boy does NOT have pipes on him. ]

[mellowyellow]

[He sure did ask for this, and even after Sora proves that vocal teachers are indeed a necessity, he doesn't regret it the slightest bit. It's the only reason he can keep smiling all the way back to the Invincible.

Well played, Sora. Well played.]