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  <title>001 | 1st Light | [Action]</title>
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  <description>[&lt;b&gt;Option 1 - Action&lt;/b&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;i&gt;It was a Plaza, a place he was already familiar with. It was the Plaza, when he realized that things aren&apos;t shaping up as he would like them too. It was the Plaza, that he knew that he had returned to this godforsaken place he hated so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the Plaza, where he left his journal on the rim of the fountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn&apos;t see it. Or rather, he made himself think he didn&apos;t see it. Taking his time, he heads for the clothing shop where his clothes should be stored. That&apos;s how it went, they&apos;re clothes get taken to this place. He wished he didn&apos;t already know. He wished that, finally, he was just at home. He wished that he wasn&apos;t already so familiar with the pain striking his back to pieces. Shit.&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;i&gt;A sigh. He dresses himself in his normal school uniform attire. If he weren&apos;t too busy with his wishful thinking, he might&apos;ve noticed someone handing his journal to him, or maybe he might&apos;ve noticed someone trying to get his attention, or maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He starts his aimless walking.&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;b&gt;Option 2 - Action (Locked to Sunohara)&lt;/b&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, any idea where we&apos;re going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;i&gt;Sunohara is found taking himself a stroll around the place. Along with him was Tomoya. From another point of view, it might&apos;ve seemed like this was a planned walk. From another point of view, it might&apos;ve been a sight to behold. He had placed himself on the blonde haired boy&apos;s shoulders. Or rather, had HIMSELF placed on the blonde haired boy&apos;s shoulders. It wasn&apos;t a question of why had he been suddenly earned a ride on a slave, and it wasn&apos;t a question of how he got there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, it was a question just like any other.&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=wishedmiracle&amp;ditemid=1941&quot; width=&quot;30&quot; height=&quot;12&quot; alt=&quot;comment count unavailable&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle;&quot;/&gt; comments</description>
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  <category>intro</category>
  <category>luceti</category>
  <category>just letting you know</category>
  <category>you&apos;re paying</category>
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