4. sunscreen feels gross

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A. Phone

Tch, so you really can't stay dead in this shithole.

[He'd been skeptical, but dying from poisoned milk and coming back was indisputable proof.]

...How the fuck do the bastards manage it?

[That's science kids for you.]

B. Action, Outside the general store

[A certain angry albino kid has a terrible sunburn. Even if his skin was more sensitive to

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B -- couldn't resist

[so_misfortunate]

[ He had been in the area, still trying to get his bearings in this town, when he spotted some white-haired boy doing something pointless. ] I'm pretty sure that doesn't help after you're already burned.

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[He doesn't even look up at first.]

It could get worse, couldn't it--

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[Woah woah. Woah. Holy shit.]

...What the hell are you doing here?

[so_misfortunate]

Yeah, but it has to heal f--

[ Touma looks up from the guy's arm to his face, and there is an awkward pause. ] ...uh. Shopping? [ Something doesn't feel right about this. ]

wow I feel icon failing I guess I should tag right after I wake up!

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[Facepalm--ow! This sunburn thing is really getting on his nerves.]

Not here as in this this part of town, here as in this shithole in general.

Aw. I can wait! :3

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[ He winced in sympathy pain. ] I just got here. I'd like to know what the hell I'm doing here, too or, for that matter, what everyone else is doing here.

...Wow I even screwed that sentence up, I'm sorry /just took a nap oops

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No one knows what we're doing here, dumbass.

...So why the hell are you talking to me like that normal or something?

I'm actually heading to bed rn z_z

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Yeah, I get that. [ Just as he's getting defensive. ] Look, if we're trapped here, what does it matter what it was like before? If people don't work together it's all just a waste of time! No one wants to fight back. Are you the same?

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"Why does it matter what it was like before?"

You're just going to toss aside what happened like it was nothing?

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Do you think any of that -- [ Gesturing to the side and behind him. ] --is going to make a difference here? [ Keep it up, Touma. Apparently something happened in the past with this guy. Probably something bad. He'll just keep plowing on through until it's either not an issue anymore or gets told what, exactly, that was. ]

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[...The fuck?]

Well, considering there's one of those clone brats here...obviously it is, isn't it?

[He sounds really pissed now...]

[so_misfortunate]

[ Clones? Clones... cl-- oh. Well, that explains that.

Anger is something he can respond to, at least. Touma heaves a heavy sigh, and puts a hand to his forehead, fingers laced in his hair. ] I think you're better off pointing your anger at the people who're responsible for this, first.

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[Okay, he's officially flipping out.]

Responsible for what?! Waking up in this shitty town? Creating those 20,000 brats so they could be slaughtered?

Or how about the bastard that did the slaughtering?!

[so_misfortunate]

[ That makes him pause for two seconds because he can't just ask "what the hell are you talking about??", no matter how much he wants to.

Oh well. Two can get worked up over this. ] Hey!! Don't you think this is their plan? Stick a whole bunch of people together and wait for the sparks to fly? Death's not permanent, so go ahead! They'll just stand there and laugh at us and it won't change a damn thing. [ But he would really rather NOT have to fight someone when he doesn't understand what's going on, so he's counting on his bluff to work. ]

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Go ahead, you say?

[He laughs and pulls a gun out, pointing it at Touma immediately. Spoilers: it has no bullets because they didn't give him any, the fuckers.]

Are you so sure about that? What's with you, anyway? Shouldn't you be trying to save that clone brat from me or something? Not that I'd actually touch her, but how would you know that?

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[ Touma flinches. That's the natural reaction to having a gun in your face, isn't it? Despite tensing up, he stays where he stands, voice only rising. ] Are you even listening to a damn thing I'm saying? [ He just has to keep thinking that he's been told that death isn't permanent. This is just his luck, really... ]