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[Aug. 7th, 2010|09:12 pm] |
There's a young man standing in front of the sign, looking utterly baffled. He has a streak of dirt on one cheek, presumably from the large potted plant sitting on the ground in front of him.
"What..." Ken blinks up at the sign, at the people around him. When the hell did this get in their storeroom? Or maybe he should be wondering when the hell Youji managed to spike his water without him noticing, because obviously he was hallucinating. That was the only rational explanation for this shit. He glanced down at the plant, as if considering the hallucinogenic properties of the average household palm plant.
"Uh. So I have to ask a question?" Well fine then, he'd just ask the most pressing one that came to mind.
"Which way's Tokyo?" |
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