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Just a quick FYI:

Don't break the tombstones. Bad idea.

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[leggierissimo]

[And then, switching to a private feed, just in case.]

And just how did you find that?

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[con-bravura.livejournal.com]

[Neku is quiet, idling thumping the end of that baseball bat against his floorboard.]

Saw it.

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[leggierissimo]

[Though it's a morbid thought, his death had really been his rebirth. It's something personal for him. Sanae has been the only one to know how he died for the last hundred and forty years, and he had fully intended to keep it that way.

Apparently, the Animus felt otherwise.]

You're certainly learning a lot about me lately.

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[con-bravura.livejournal.com]

You were older than you are now.

[It's not a question, but a statement of fact.]

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[leggierissimo]

Of course. Tuning down your frequency can do that.

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[con-bravura.livejournal.com]

Looked like it hurt.

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[leggierissimo]

It certainly wasn't comfortable.

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[con-bravura.livejournal.com]

So you just.. died and became Composer?

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[leggierissimo]

Did you just die and become Composer, Neku?

[Think about your words, dear~]

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[con-bravura.livejournal.com]

... no. So you really were a player, too. How old were you?

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[leggierissimo]

You remember the dates, don't you? Do the math.

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[con-bravura.livejournal.com]

[He struggles for a second.]

You were.. nineteen?

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[leggierissimo]

[A small smile.]

I knew you could do it.

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[con-bravura.livejournal.com]

[Neku huffs a sigh.]

What are you doing?

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[leggierissimo]

Looking through a book. Why do you ask?

[At least it's not the one he had before.]

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[con-bravura.livejournal.com]

[He's hanging up on you again, Josh. Aaaand knocking on his door a few minutes later.]

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[leggierissimo]

[Neku, this is a seriously bad habit you're getting into. The door is ajar, though.]

Yes?

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[con-bravura.livejournal.com]

You are seriously old.

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[leggierissimo]

You hung up on me - again - just to come here and tell me that?

[Raaaaaaised eyebrow.]

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[con-bravura.livejournal.com]

It wasn't hanging up on you. It's just stupid to talk over that when we live across the hall from each other.

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[leggierissimo]

A simple "I'll be over in a second" would have sufficed.

[Why, yes, he's a little bit miffed.]

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[con-bravura.livejournal.com]

Whatever. Can I come in?

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[leggierissimo]

I don't see why not.

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[con-bravura.livejournal.com]

So what was that, anyway?

[He comes in, sitting on the same place on the floor that he always does.]

Tuberculosis?

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[leggierissimo]

[Should he start leaving a chair for you, Neku?]

My, you're a sharp one.