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After a day of wandering lost in the pea soup that was the fog out there (and Reno had thought he'd seen some pretty thick smog back when he was living in Midgar), he'd finally, finally found his way back to his cabin, his alcove, his bed, parked himself on top of it, and dammit, he wasn't going anywhere until he absolutely had to.
In the face of the fog and of ... current events, it was probably a good idea to just stay put for a while.
Stay put, and muse over the fireworks that he'd made in class earlier that day.
Eventually, he'd set them off. He hoped they were as flashy as he'd heard fireworks were supposed to be.
[Open Alcove is Open~]
In the face of the fog and of ... current events, it was probably a good idea to just stay put for a while.
Stay put, and muse over the fireworks that he'd made in class earlier that day.
Eventually, he'd set them off. He hoped they were as flashy as he'd heard fireworks were supposed to be.
[Open Alcove is Open~]
