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You are in your hive, browsing through the web. You hopefully glance at Mituna’s blog while you read some reviews for new released or soon to be released games. He wasn’t online since the day you’ve met each other. It’s not like you are worried, you just honestly want to talk more with him… you want to meet him in person. But he is alive and it’s kind of hard to not get lost in the dream bubbles.

You turn your gaze towards the window and look thoughtfully at the fake sky. It’s possible that Mituna’s already met you. An alternative version of you. His true Latula. If he dreams of the forest, he had paid often a visit on Beforus, shouldn’t he enter the forest of his own timeline? A soundless sigh leaves your black, soft lips. Well, that would be mean your Mituna is still lost somewhere out there and you are sitting here, waiting for another Mituna to come online.

You turn your husktop off. You shouldn’t just sit around and wait. That’s not you. You have wasted too much time on your husktop, which you could have used to practice new moves or break some high scores. You have enternity in the dream bubbles, someday you will meet him. And everything will be just fine.

You grab your skateboard before you leave your hive. Some fresh air will help you to get your shit together. Maybe you should look out for Kankri. Talking to him makes you always feel better. When you step on your board, giving an hard push to the ground, you notice something or someone in the grass not far away from your home. One of your eyebrows goes upwards as you guide in the direction. Oh wait! Your face brightens up when you get closer and recognise the yellow-black figure with the helmet. You do not know which Mituna this is yet and if you’ve ever met this one, but you also don’t care. Seeing the yellow-blood, no matter which version if him, never misses to make you happy.

You get so wrapped up in your train of thought that the sudden voice startles the everloving fuck out of you and you jolt upright again for a second, flailing. "Holy fucking shitballs damnit shit fuck!!" You gasp and manage to calm yourself down, breathing some garbled apology, but then you actually look up and realize who spoke--

"Tulip!!" Your demeanour changes instantly, a wide grin breaking out over your face. you accept her help in getting up, wobbling to your feet, laughing happily. "I made it I made it booyeah!!" You mean to go for the high five, you really do, but you miss miserably and kind of half-fall into her instead, tripping over your own foot. So instead you just stay there and laugh and hug her, too giddy to do much else.

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Erm, I’m c9nfused a69ut this matter as well. I’m pretty sure Aranea might kn9w a thing 9r tw9 a69ut it, s9 I’ll ask her later. May6e it was just a c9incidence? Atleast y9u’re alive.

Turning her attention back to the troll throwing up against the wall of the alley, she huffs a little, realizing that her days seem to be extending into nights, moving the phone, but keeping it close to her ear so she could remove her sweater. It wasn’t much of anything special, easily replaced and warm, she was unsure if it would fit him, but it was worth a try.

You don't recognize the voice on the other end, but it's definitely not Gamzee, that's for sure. Gamzee's sick? You instantly have about a million questions, and you can feel them fill up your mouth like bust-a-move balls that there just isn't enough room for. It's like a verbal traffic jam. You choke a little bit, and then you're scrambling to your feet clumsily, stepping on another horn and swearing in pain at the sharp metal against your heel.

"I--I don't--Uhh--" You hold yourself for a second, trying to concentrate. "I don't kn--" You choke again. "Wait--" What is Gamzee's address? You have no idea!! Well you probably know it but you can't remember right now and you don't think you can focus long enough to--what's happened to your bro? Is he gonna be OK?--shit, no, the address. You have to find the...

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