Tsunayoshi Sawada (
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avalononline2020-11-13 03:48 pm
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I know that they said we can't go back to our worlds, but is there any way to contact them?
I left at a bad time.
[Action; At the Welcome Feast]
[Tsuna sits at one of the long tables, pushing food around on his plate but not really eating it. He doesn't seem to have much of an appetite. He sort of feels like everything is all over the place and his mind is in a million different places. Part of him is amazed at wear he is and occasionally he glances around to take in the detail. Another part of him is taking in the crowd, trying to search for familiar faces and friends, and keep track of Gokudera. The final part of him pulls his attention down to his plate in the knowledge that he should eat but can't.
He's worried about what he left behind, who he left behind, if it's going to be okay that he's here and not there. It's a welling pit of worry in his stomach that makes it hard to enjoy his meal. He keeps checking his phone for what he hopes will be a positive response.]
What am I supposed to do?
I know that they said we can't go back to our worlds, but is there any way to contact them?
I left at a bad time.
[Action; At the Welcome Feast]
[Tsuna sits at one of the long tables, pushing food around on his plate but not really eating it. He doesn't seem to have much of an appetite. He sort of feels like everything is all over the place and his mind is in a million different places. Part of him is amazed at wear he is and occasionally he glances around to take in the detail. Another part of him is taking in the crowd, trying to search for familiar faces and friends, and keep track of Gokudera. The final part of him pulls his attention down to his plate in the knowledge that he should eat but can't.
He's worried about what he left behind, who he left behind, if it's going to be okay that he's here and not there. It's a welling pit of worry in his stomach that makes it hard to enjoy his meal. He keeps checking his phone for what he hopes will be a positive response.]
What am I supposed to do?
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[He might be freaking out just a little. It's probably hidden by the text but he definitely almost dropped his phone.]
I...I mean, someone did tell me that time freezes back where we are but still... that's a lot worse than mine.
[He was just trying to prevent world domination.]
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You know, if it's true.
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But what do you mean, if it's true? Is it not ending?</font?
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But I don't plan on believing everything I'm told. That's a sucker's game.
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