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[ Oh look! It's another lovely day in Yosuke's room. The birds are shining, the trees are singing, and the lazy bastard is just laying on his bed doing whatever teenage boys do. Listening to music and counting the ceiling tiles, in this case! His life is the most exciting one.
But then.
But then.
Where there was air a moment ago suddenly becomes of his good buddies! With an audible whoosh - similar, in fact, to the one where they exit the TV - Yukiko appears and is immediately gripped by one, inescapable fact.
Gravity.
Prepare your nads, Yosuke! She's falling hard and landing right on top. ]
Wha-- ahhhhh!
[ SLAM!!
Welcome to Paradisa. And as always, the journal captures it all. ]
But then.
But then.
Where there was air a moment ago suddenly becomes of his good buddies! With an audible whoosh - similar, in fact, to the one where they exit the TV - Yukiko appears and is immediately gripped by one, inescapable fact.
Gravity.
Prepare your nads, Yosuke! She's falling hard and landing right on top. ]
Wha-- ahhhhh!
[ SLAM!!
Welcome to Paradisa. And as always, the journal captures it all. ]
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[Dat Italian accent may mangle her name a little. Sorry hon :'(]
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And you, Mister Auditore. I have to say, it's nice that everyone's so welcoming here.
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Does that mean you're not American, Mister Auditore?
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[ said somewhat sadly. all those poor people! ]
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