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I—
I CAN'T DO IT.
[Hey, Journal, hear
Miserable. Just miserable!
Granted, he's still carrying around a cross like it's nothing, so it shouldn't be too hard to figure out who he is. For now? He's just running around seeing what the hell's happened here. After all, people are in a panic, and he's needing to find people he knows to figure out what the hell is going on. This just had to be another event, right? First, he gets some normal-looking lady clothes for his bizarrely tall girl body (goddamn Milly, you're HUGE). He visits the apartment and eats, and then proceeds to go crash in his bed and try to sleep it off. Same as usual.
Except, fuck it, he can't. So instead he'll just be listening to all the panicked posts on the journal while shaking his head.
Her head.
...Eh.]
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