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1 ~ when did I stop believing in Santa Claus? [audio/action]
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[A teenage boy is extricating himself with some difficulty from having been dumped, or appearing, in the middle of the fountain in the center of the village. He's muttering to himself and clambering out. He's dressed in the generic-enough North High uniform, but of more interest may be what he's saying -- which is picked up by the split-open journal next to him.]
...Really, Haruhi? After all of that, I'm in some other time and place again?! Oh, boy. She really just doesn't stop... Where the hell is it this time?
[Once he gets up and brushes himself off, he can be found staring with slightly less bewilderment than you might expect at his surroundings.]
[A teenage boy is extricating himself with some difficulty from having been dumped, or appearing, in the middle of the fountain in the center of the village. He's muttering to himself and clambering out. He's dressed in the generic-enough North High uniform, but of more interest may be what he's saying -- which is picked up by the split-open journal next to him.]
...Really, Haruhi? After all of that, I'm in some other time and place again?! Oh, boy. She really just doesn't stop... Where the hell is it this time?
[Once he gets up and brushes himself off, he can be found staring with slightly less bewilderment than you might expect at his surroundings.]
1/2
...No way. She looks up from her laptop. And slowly, her eyes get wide, her mouth gapes. Blatant amazement. She stands, quickly, causing the chair she was sitting in (it's a wheely chair) to go flying back into the window/backwall That's- Kyon?! He's here- almost a year later, he's here?! For the first time in years, the real - her - Kyon is here?! She's actually at a loss for words for all of a few seconds]