Week 2, Thursday; Akira
[ It sure is a strange evening, but it's not occurring to her that something's very, very wrong just yet-- because that sure is a familiar black cat with a bow cleaning herself on the sand and making muttered remarks on how disgusting this is. ]
Celine...?
[ well, if anyone could make it here, it would be Emma's magical cat, so this doesn't seem too impossible.
Sorry, Akira. ]
Celine...?
[ well, if anyone could make it here, it would be Emma's magical cat, so this doesn't seem too impossible.
Sorry, Akira. ]
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[he seems pretty certain they do.]
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[when she thought it was celine. he didn't miss that.]
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It was... nice, for a minute. Seeing someone familiar.
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[...]
For a second, it really was Celine, right? [a pause.] It happened to me too earlier.
...With Morgana.
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Cats.
[ she gets it. ]
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[not just cats, fie.]
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[ Explain, Akira-sensei. ]
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You see them all the time, they're really famous.
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I want one.
[ very slight sparkles. ]
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I'd give you one if I could. [but, you know. that's kind of tough here.]
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[...]
Maybe because I've already seen something like that myself.
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