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[wishing_4_joy]

::Curled up in his bed, Yuri stares at the ceiling of his room, eyes unblinking. His blankets lie on the floor, discarded-- and he's in his Seraphic Radiance fusion again. Goosebumps have formed on his skin, and he's covered in a thin layer of sweat, despite the cold of the train.::

"The Graveyard..."

::His wings are outstretched underneath him on

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[ticketsnriddles]

::Opens the door to B3, peering inside somewhat cautiously::

[wishing_4_joy]

::He doesn't seem to notice the Conductor, and pulls his legs up close to him, his wings coming in closer to his body::
... Alice...

[ticketsnriddles]

::Approaches him:: Is something the matter?

[wishing_4_joy]

::Startled by the Conductor, Yuri flaps open his wings, scattering feathers across the room. Glaring at her, he gets to his feet::
What does it look like?
Of course something's the matter.
::Closes his eyes for a brief moment, his brow still furrowed, and, as memories of his dream flood back, opens them again, before whispering his next words::
... This train's the matter.

[when_is_sunday]

::stares out, startled, from under the covers of the bed, not making a sound::

[wishing_4_joy]

::Too caught up in his own world to notice Pepinot, Yuri places his head in his hands again, and moans::
... It's all because of this damn train...
... And this... Damn fusion...

[when_is_sunday]

::watches Yuri for a minute or so, before deftly crawling out of bed and padding across the floor, looking down at him from his side of the bed::

....Monsieur Yuri?

[wishing_4_joy]

...
::Yuri glances at Pepinot, lowering his wings back from himself, his mouth hanging slightly open. After a moment of silence, Yuri rubs tear marks from one eye quickly, and puts on an obviously false grin for Pepinot. He doesn't like losing face in front of kids... After all, he's always felt it's unfair on them to have to deal with someone three times their age moping::
Pepinot!
... What is it?