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[flared]

[Rain. It's not the nicest weather, especially when it reminds him of his World. It's not like him to dwell on these things that don't matter anymore - he's faded away by now, he expects, so his World or any other World mean nothing - and yet sometimes, just sometimes, he'll sit down and think a lot more than he ever has to.

The dark clouds, the crash of thunder, tall towers and endless, flickering neon lights-- Never Was wasn't a home, but there are so many important memories attached to it.

He's huddled up inside today and its with these thoughts he pulls out his SFC to type up a little question that's been nagging at him for a while.]

What's your world like?

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[diehardreaper]

[ That's the spirit. ]

Care to make a wager on that, mate?

[flared]

Unfortunately there's no currency around here.
Guess we'd have to come up with something else.

[diehardreaper]

What would you place a wager on then? Let's hear it. Sky's the limit.

[flared]

Whoever loses has to do what the other person says for one day?

[diehardreaper]

You're on! Until the next chance we get then?

[flared]

Yup. Watch yourself.