[This hits Masaomi unexpectedly hard. Here he is, trying his damnedest not to show himself to these people, trying to run away from everyone before he's forced to accept the reality of his death, M.K.'s death, and his own continued helplessness. Here he is, alone in his room, looking down at his tablet. But on that tablet is a picture of his little, initialed snowman surrounded by the others anyway.
He's only been cooped up in his room for a few weeks. By choice, even. But his resolve shatters nonetheless, and his fingers settle over a digital keyboard.]
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He's only been cooped up in his room for a few weeks. By choice, even. But his resolve shatters nonetheless, and his fingers settle over a digital keyboard.]
Hey. Can I make some more buddies for these guys?