[Ayumu nods silently, gazing over the paper dolls for another long moment. He'd actually grown fond of several people here, and some of them had become fond of him, apparently. It... was still a relatively new thing, for him.
It ached. Ayumu curls his fingers of one of his hands into the fabric of his pants, gripping lightly.]
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It ached. Ayumu curls his fingers of one of his hands into the fabric of his pants, gripping lightly.]
.....I hope they're alright, wherever they are.
[He really, really did.]