imeeji_frontstage | (no subject)

Who: Three
Where: Out in a park somewhere
When: Day 25, evening

[Slight backdate due to how this happens shortly after he's kicked out of his own dorms]

[Anwayy you have two options!!]

One

[It's a live! A very average looking boy in some ridiculous scifi dress sits at a long table that is covered in just... random, shit, to be honest, grouping them up: a butter knife and a toy gun, sunglasses and a watch, syringe and a dart, a hand towel and a sheet of paper with a real dumb drawing on it, etc.

And after pondering over these for a little while he grabs the first set, the butter knife and the toy gun, and ... well they just sort of merge together. and the result is...: a butter knife that shoots little pellets out of the handle]

Wow.

That's really stupid.

Two

[A memory broadcast, namely, of a boy making faces while getting lectured on how to escape from the government by his mother on the phone: this page until the line 'Same as always'

note: Three's name is bleeped out]

Huh, is that what families are like.