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[before]

[This hallway is feeling chilly this early, early morning. There's a cold breeze coming from an open door, which leads to a dark world that some people are familiar with. Red's standing in the doorway silently, one hand on the door frame.

This isn't the Halloween Town room.

No, this is his way out. The only problem... is he doesn't know if he wants to leave.]

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[f-iery.livejournal.com]

I figured. I mean, which are you leaning towards?

[before]

I don't know.

[It's an absurdly tough call; he hadn't expected to be put on the spot like this.]

[f-iery.livejournal.com]

[He stands there silently, staring at the door for a few moments.]

Do you have family there? Friends?

[before]

Not for a long time.

[He knows a lot of the town, sure, but does he consider any of them friends? No.]

[f-iery.livejournal.com]

Well, you'll always have friends here.

[He shrugs a bit.]

And you know what they say-- "Home is where the heart is."

[before]

...yeah.

[He takes one last long look at the town, looking a bit sad. But then he's closing the door.]

I know.

[f-iery.livejournal.com]

[He offers a sympathetic smile.]

It's strange. We all complain about how much we hate this place, but when it comes down to it... I don't think most of us would leave.

[before]

Too many bleeding hearts here who wouldn't want to leave their loved ones, I guess.

[f-iery.livejournal.com]

I guess I can't really offer my opinion. Most of my family from my world is here.

[before]

Well, you're a lucky one.

[f-iery.livejournal.com]

Only in that respect.

[before]

It's a big one though.

[f-iery.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I know. But my friends here are just as important to me.

[before]

Mm.

[He gets it. It's strange for him to think that, but he does.]