He had a lot rattling around in his head. Naoko, Yukito, Rika-and-Terada, secrets, not-secrets, choices...it was a good thing Chisato had sake. He and Chisato were spread out on the floor, Daisuke was sprawled on the couch, leaning over it and looking down at them. He was laughing softly under his breath. They were supposedly looking at icons
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