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[fortunefail]

[It's been two days since Yuan was returned from his most recent kidnapping and did something very stupid. His memories are still as faulty as the moment when he returned, though he has been filled in on the basic situation by now. The real situation, and not some garbled version his mind might concoct at the moment.

Thanks to this state, he's allowed himself to be tricked by some evil little madman and hurt an innocent person. Not to mention that ridiculous assumption he jumped to when he saw Sheena. What if something like that happens again? Raine advised him to stay in the clinic until the kidnap effect wears off, but he's far too restless for that. Magical amnesia or not, Yuan will be Yuan.

Now he's sitting outside the plaza clinic, watching people as they pass and keeping an eye out for a familiar face- any familiar face. He keeps wondering what else he's forgotten and while stray memories surface from time to time, some of them are actually from experiments. He just can't tell what's real and it's pissing him off.]

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[fortunefail]

That... would be a good idea. [What kind of person draws while walking, anyway? Is that normal here? ... Probably not, considering this kid just learned a valuable lesson.]

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[sketchingideals]

Yeah, it definitely would be, huh?

[Is this the part where small talk happens? Probably.] Hope you don't mind me asking, but are you waiting for someone, sir?

[fortunefail]

No. There isn't anyone in particular.

[There isn't anyone in particular he can think of that he needs to see right now. That's why he's hoping that if there is such a person, they'll come looking for him instead.]

[sketchingideals]

Oh... I guess it's a bit odd that I asked anyway, so I'm sorry about that! It just seemed like you were, that's all.

[fortunefail]

It's fine. I suppose it would appear that way.

[sketchingideals]

Yeah... [This guy seems pretty guarded about himself. It reminds Jeb of his friend, Alade. That thought, however, causes the boy to imagine Yuan with stubble and he shakes his head.]

I'm Jeb, by the way. It's nice to meet you!

[fortunefail]

[Well, at least now he knows for certain that he's never met this boy before. That's somewhat of a relief.]

My name is Yuan.

[sketchingideals]

It's nice to meet you, Yuan! I'm still pretty new to this place, so I don't know many people.

[fortunefail]

I see. I suppose most people would want to be sent home before they get the chance to meet too many other villagers.

[sketchingideals]

Yeah, I guess so too. But I don't know how long I'll be here, so I should make the best of it... and that includes meeting new people, right?

[fortunefail]

Hm... [He'd say there's no point in meeting people if you know you're going to be separated fairly soon again anyway, but then there would be no point in meeting new people in general.]

[sketchingideals]

How long have you been here for? [Since he doesn't know about Yuan's memory loss...]

[fortunefail]

Over three years. [That's what he's been told, anyway. He has no reason to doubt it.]

[sketchingideals]

...wow. [He hadn't expected an answer like that.] That's a long time to be in a different world like this.

[fortunefail]

I suppose it is. [Except that he's not sure how old he is right now. How much of his life has he spent in here, really?]

[sketchingideals]

Do you miss your world at all? [He would think anyone would, but...]

[fortunefail]

... I think so. [Ever since Raine told him about Luceti and how it works, he's been feeling this strong urge to just leave, even though he knows he can't. That's basically the same as homesickness, right?]

[sketchingideals]

You... think so? [That's a bit of a confusing answer for Jeb.]

[fortunefail]

Mm. I think so. [And he doesn't feel like elaborating.]

[sketchingideals]

[Fortunately for Yuan, Jeb will drop it.]

This town is really quiet. I-I mean, compared to my hometown. [Avio was actually a pretty big town, and its ancient background seemed to just lure tourists in.]

[fortunefail]

Is that so? It must be quite the change to adjust to.

[He can't remember his hometown right now. Not a damn clue if it was quiet or loud, big or small, technologically advanced or behind...]

[sketchingideals]

Yeah, it really is! Maybe Avio would be like this if the tourists weren't there so much.

[fortunefail]

Hm... Who knows?

[sketchingideals]

I sure don't. [Laughs sheepishly.] But I guess when your hometown has so much history behind it, there's bound to be tourists. I guess I'll never know what Avio would be like without them!