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[ On the outside of a seemingly normal room is a blonde boy, busily writing in a journal. A look of mixed concentration and confusion is upon his face, as well as a shake in his right hand as he writes. He's sitting in the hallway, outside his room, in a fit of rebellion. His usual empathy is not picking up anyone--no thoughts, no drifting emotions, nothing. ]
Weird...
[ The emerald-eyed boy continues to furiously write, the confusion on his visage growing by the moment. He won't give in to this mystification. He can figure out what the hell is going on without anyone's help. Because waking up in a bedroom in a strange place has happened before, so why worry this time?...At least, that's what he kept telling himself. ]
Weird...
[ The emerald-eyed boy continues to furiously write, the confusion on his visage growing by the moment. He won't give in to this mystification. He can figure out what the hell is going on without anyone's help. Because waking up in a bedroom in a strange place has happened before, so why worry this time?...At least, that's what he kept telling himself. ]