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[There are sounds, once again, coming from beyond the windows of one of the seating rooms. If you heard the ruckus the other day, the mixture of angry teenage voices and gunfire, it may sound familiar.

Moments later, this distant noise is (quite predictably) disrupted by the sound of a crashing window, and the sight of a boy in a dingy gray jacket only barely covering his face in time to protect it from the shattering glass.

He is, obviously, caught more than a little off guard by this. When he finally lands, catching himself with his right arm, he lets out a cry - a piece of glass is now embedded in his hand. The boy is much too panicked to pay too much attention to it, though. He jumps to his feet, lifting off his hood and looking back at the window in confusion.

Hadn't Terra just broken through there a few seconds ago? So why...?

Then the boy, now clearly some version of Ven, gasps as the window begins to reform itself.

That's about when he notices that this absolutely, positively, without a doubt, COULDN'T be the house that he was trying to enter.]

W-what's going on? Terra, are you in here?!

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[The crashing glass gets his attention. He's spent the last two days trying to find a way out, checking every window, every door, every crack and crevice. But the glass breaking in a nearby room is enough to get him running to investigate. It's an opening, and not only that, it's one that could very well point to it being--]

Ven!

[He rounds the corner into the room, hearing the voice.]

Ven, are you okay?!

There you are!

[Okay, good. At least Terra's here. THAT part is normal. But everything else? He looks around the room, still appearing slightly panicked.]

What's going on? When I jumped through the window, it was solid, and now...

[-now it's completely reformed again. That. That shouldn't happen.]

[You're getting checked over. Gdit he wasn't even sure he wanted you here. ;A;]

Uhhh... You're gonna call me crazy. You have your gun on you?

...Huh?

[He checks his waist, feeling for the gun held within easy reach. He nods when he finds it, relieved - if he had lost that, they would have been in huge trouble.]

Yeah, it's right here. Are they still following us?

No, they're not...

[He relaxes a bit; you're not cut from the glass, at least, and any injuries from the fight are probably no worse than the ones he himself had two days ago.]

Okay, c'mere. We're gonna sit down and talk about what's going on.

[Well, okay, Terra seems mostly chill about everything. So Ven is going to calm down a little. A little. As in, being more worried about what his friend is talking about then he is worried about being shot from behind.]

I don't get it, Terra. Did something happen?

[He's leading him over to a couch.]

Yeah. Something happened. Something really weird, ridiculous, and supposed to be impossible.

[He sits down, urging him to do the same.]

[Couch. He can work with this. Yup. Ven's just going to sit down now, and let himself get lost in a strange mix of worried and confused and who-knows-what else.]

...this really isn't the house we were trying to run to, is it?

[He shakes his head.]

I was told it's called the Dressing Room. ... You were trying to follow me, right? Running from Vanitas?

That's right. He was right behind me.

But...what do you mean, Dressing Room? I don't see any clothes around here.

[He looks around the room again, unable to stop his gaze from shifting to the window - poor kid was being shot at just a few minutes ago. It's not an easy thing to calm down from.]

[Don't lose it, Ven, but the city's not outside that window anymore.]

I don't know why it's called that. But don't worry about Vanitas, he's not coming through that window, I'm sure of it.

[~~at least not for a while, apparently.~~]