[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.]
[Oh no, too cute. Masaomi will be taking more pictures later.
But first he has to throw on a big, honkin' jacket and roll a few basic snowmen so he can add them to these cavity-inducing ranks. These get no initials. They're meant to be his friends from Ikebukuro, so he figures no one would recognize their names anyway.]
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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?
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[Specifically someone added little origami animal friends among the bunch.]
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But first he has to throw on a big, honkin' jacket and roll a few basic snowmen so he can add them to these cavity-inducing ranks. These get no initials. They're meant to be his friends from Ikebukuro, so he figures no one would recognize their names anyway.]