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[What ho Paradisa. If you are the lobby now, you might find a somewhat unusual sight: three kids - well, two kids and one young teenager, really, the teenager conspicuously naked and sprawled out on one of the lobby couches. The teenager has long blue hair and is filthy. The kids are relatively clean, one of them - the older boy - graced with a crown of pale blond hair, the other a smaller little girl wearing a traditional robe and black pigtails. There's a journal nearby of course, and it picks up a voice which might sound a bit familiar:]

Hey... person! Hey! How come you're naked?

[Then the younger boy:] Because he's got no clothes, stupid.

I'm not stupid! [That seems to rile the little girl up; she gives the boy next to her a push.

It looks like this minor ruckus is enough to wake the third boy anyhow.] Whuh...?

[What do, Paradisa?]

[ooc: Yep, starting this loss a tad earlier than planned; tagging pattern will be something of a clusterfuck. There is no particular order planned; if you'd like to discuss any details, ping Stick on AIM at teamtoques, Red at LostBlueHeights, or Senri at Sushiflop.]

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[because it just isn't and he knows he's right, but that kind of argument is not something he's used to. He isn't used to arguing anything, really. So he just glances avoidantly to the side and talks about something different]

I don't understand this place.

Snow snowed knowed... 'S no different from any other place...

[mmm yeah, still looking somewhere away from the crazy girl]

...It is different.

How so?

[...that is a very good question. He's tempted to say that the people here are different, but... he can't trust that. People are never different, they can just seem that way sometimes. So, instead, he fidgets more]

I don't know.

Better to be lost than found in the wrong place.

[And with that bit of wisdom, she gives a little stretch and stumbles her way to her feet.]

[oh, yeah, that resonates. so much so, in fact, that she gets the quiet "oh, you're leaving?" face when she stands up]

[She pauses with that look, head tilting to the side in question]

Where are you going?

[curiously, not pleading]

I wanted to eat a cake.

[his eyes just go a little wide. Mostly because... why does the crazy girl get a cake? D:]

[Her hand lifts slightly from her side in invitation.]

Cake?

[whether she's seriously offering or not, whether or not there really is a cake...

...he's going to take that chance, and tentatively follow her]

[She doesn't head towards the kitchen: why would they find cake there? Instead, her path just wanders them through a few hallways before she decides one is worthy of her cake-mission.

And cake is wished up. Whether he appreciates the pistachio-chocolate concoction is another issue all together.]

[not heading toward the kitchen is a little odd, but he only barely remembers the layout of this place, so maybe he's just forgotten another place they might find cake...

...but, no... cake is just appearing out of thin air! like magic!]

--How did you do that??

Ask and ye shall receive.

[Now sit down, her patting hand invites, and join her in cake.]

[he... tentatively sits down...]

...Is it real? [eyes wide staring at the magic cake]

[She shrugs, plucking a bit up with her finger.]

Does it matter?

Yes.

[...he's not very imaginative, as far as children typically go]

Why?

[That seems like a silly thing to have matter.]

Because if it's not real, it doesn't matter.

[She holds out a finger-full of cake and icing.]

Eat.

[oop, yes ma'am. He obeys, reaching out to pluck the cake-bit off her finger and pop it into his mouth.

...And by the way his eyes widen with just sheer glee, it's better than he could have imagined.

This kid has never had cake before.]

[She lifts another bit to her mouth before patting the floor closer to her.

Let them eat cake~]

[yep... scooting on over, sharing cake.

this is pretty much the best]

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