http://ofthescore.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] ofthescore.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute 2008-07-30 11:42 pm (UTC)



The little replica woke with a start, sucking in a deep breath of air. The difference in the crisp, fresh air of outside to the stark, chemical air in the inside was palpable.

Ion hugged the stuffed doll to his chest, crushing it -

Before looking at it with shock. Tokunaga! Albeit much smaller and cleaner than it had been last night.

His heart sank after his influx of joy; he hadn't seen Anise, and his plan had ultimately failed. When the nurse came to check up on him, Ion was quick to follow her to the breakfast room, barely paying attention to her idle chatter.

Clinging to Tokunaga fiercely, Ion looked around the room - once, twice - and sat down heavily, ignoring the appealing smells of food.

She would be alright. Right?

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