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yes, it's baww!xene again.

[This is an ordinary dining room with a long table and some chairs, and more importantly, a large window.

When Larxene came in, she recognized the scene outside the window immediately: the town square back home. People were going about their business as usual, people she recognized. As she gets closer, she can hear snatches of conversation, and a young girl singing an old song in French.

That was a little while ago.

Now she's sitting on the floor beneath the window, knees up against her chest and head down. Despite the shallow cuts on her arms and hands, the glass shards all over the floor, and the overturned dining chair nearby, the window is perfectly intact.]


((ooc: the window will show a place that's important to the viewer; if they stop and listen, they can even hear what's going on in the scene. Of course, it regenerates if broken and there's nothing behind it. Lithy, Shannon, whoever, up to you who's watching Akane. ♥))

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