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[whoooosshh]

[So did you know there’s in fact a bus stop in camp? Well there is now- a bus stop shaped like a corn-cob lying on it’s side, kinda like this but shaped like a corn-cob. You’d think that it wouldn’t be possibly to hang around and look somber and brooding at a place like this but by golly, Vincent Valentine is going to stand here, leaned against the

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[drapethuselah]

Oh my, what's this?

[Did she see the dress montage? YOU CAN ONLY HOPE NOT]

[whoooosshh]

[CONSIDERING HE WAS CUT UP INTO SEVERAL PIECES AT THE TIME He kind of hopes not.]

... Camp's way of saying goodbye. As tacky as everything else it does.

[drapethuselah]

[She's probably seen worse...]

Oh--you're leaving?

[whoooosshh]

... At long last. Yes.

[drapethuselah]

Well, camp could certainly have given you a nicer farewell party.

[whoooosshh]

I don't mind- I've... never been one for parties.

[drapethuselah]

It's a pity we don't have time to work on that now.

[whoooosshh]

... I suppose I'll have to work on it on my own.

[drapethuselah]

That's the spirit~!

[whoooosshh]

Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?

[drapethuselah]

That depends on what it is. It would be terribly impolite to ask me about something like my weight, after all.

[whoooosshh]

It's not your weight. Though... the real question is probably not much better.

[drapethuselah]

Oh my, now you've piqued my interest. What is it?

[whoooosshh]

... Your age.
[Which he quickly follows up with:]
And how quickly you got used to seeing the people you got to know... the people who weren't like you... die.

[drapethuselah]

[startled blink]

Hm...how old do you think I am?

[whoooosshh]

... Fivehundred years. Or older?