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[Luceti is just bent on torturing him. If he ever got any major gain, he'd just end up getting pulled back down to earth.

HAHAHA SEE WHAT I DID THERE--

Anyway.

He's having just a bit of bad luck today, seeing as how...well, every time he tries to walk through a doorway, he ends up in a trashcan. It'd happened several times already, and as of yet he hadn't exactly been caught by anyone.

But it was getting really annoying. Whatever Luceti was doing now needed to knock it off.

However, as he tries to enter his own apartment again...

He finds himself in another trash can. Where is he this time? Outside your house? Inside your house? In the trash can underneath the sink...?

Either way, I hope the trash can's not too dirty! Don't freak out too much, either. He won't bite.

Wait, yes he will.

...Engage at your own risk?]

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I'm sure it is. [Not making any attempts to stop him as she makes her way to the other side of the room with the book she had been reading, he might bite her if she tried.]

How many times does that make it now that you've appeared here?

[Probably. He's glad she knows that much, at least.]

Who knows. It got old the first time.

[He's successful in getting out of the trash, and he brushes himself off and eyes the door to the room.

...Would it even be worth it to try?]

I'm certain it did. [Except her tone is rather light as she turns the page of what she was reading, if it had been anyone other than Tear it would have been deliberate mockery.]

Do you intend to stay in here to avoid being transported elsewhere?

[UGH.]

No! I'm not staying here. [He just. Has to figure out how to leave...]

I don't care if I get transported somewhere else. Just as long as it's not here.

[At least he didn't appear from her dresser like Ion did the other day, there would have been no hesitation to put him to sleep then.]

Though to my understanding you can't control it anyway, can you?

[And he would've hated that even more, ok.

He's not even going to give her much of a response. Instead, he's going to pick a piece of trash out of his hair and throw it onto her floor. The fact that he had appeared here in the first place should be an answer enough anyway.

...

He is the most mature.]

[Most mature indeed, and though she frowns a little there is no indication that she'll be calling his behavior into the spotlight.

She'll just hope he ends up in yet another trash can instead.]

[He doesn't exactly want to end up in another trash can, so he eyes her door warily.]

Got any windows?

[That he can make an exit through, that is.]

[And she gestures toward the window beside her bed, which if he payed attention was facing the branches of a tree.

He was welcome to try to climb outside of it if he liked, but it wouldn't be guaranteed that he would even reach the ground.]

[He can try. He'll try to open the window anyway and climb out -- if he can't get to the ground easily, he'll figure out something else.

Just as long as he was away from one of them.]

[There is no movement to stop him, though her eyes do shift toward him from her book to Sync as he goes toward the window.

Maybe she was a little curious to see if he would end up elsewhere in the house again...]

[Well he's certainly not planning on it. He does go through the window and jumps into the tree before disappearing out of her sight.

He really hopes that's the last he sees of the inside of that place.]

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