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[wandering around the halls in his silky black long sleeved dress is nothing new, he's always out and about to bother people. what he doesn't expect to find on the way back to his room, however, is a very familiar scene in a photo on the floor.]

... what?

[upon examining it, yes, it is indeed someone he knew from his world. why? how? he asks himself question upon question until he rounds the corner to his room, slipping inside. there on the floor lays a photo album, several pictures scattered around it. it almost looks like it wasn't even done being put together, and what's worse was that none of the photos were taken by him.]

I don't understand... is this someone's idea of a joke?

[these pictures ranged from when he was just a little'un and wore boys clothes, to the project in middleschool, the day of his commitment and-- oh god, oh god, why the fuck was the last page filled with-- he slams it shut, horrified.]