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A new day had started and it welcomed another day of school. Luka’s every day schedule wasn’t too different than it was in France. Wonderland offered the same monotonous schedule. It wasn’t too much straw off his back, and it was something that Luka could deal with.

It was never never too stressful. But where was the fun in that? 

Heavy-sole boots clomped against linolleum as he walked through the hallway. His bookbag’s strap laid on one shoulder as his guitar rested in the other hand, and Luka nodded his head to whatever rock song blared through his headphones. His attempt at stifling a yawn, a mighty one that caused him to close his eyes, didn’t end well. He felt himself bump into someone, and teal eyes lazily snapped open.

It is warm, here. That’s one of the things Estinien... likes? It’s odd, but it’s nostalgic. It was warm in the places he had been traveling, of course, but it’s nothing like home still. He remembers when the mountains were green, the sun warm and the grass plentiful. But if he thinks about that for too long he also remembers fire. So he doesn’t. He’s walking along one particular sandbar, staring out at the ocean instead of thinking.

He comes upon a figure, on his slow trek to the next island. Slowing as he reaches, he eyes the striking figure on the sandbar. He’s come to find that people here are... odd. So... he’s a little apprehensive this time, approaching some random stranger out of the blue.

“WHY ARE THEY CHASING MEEEEE!!!!”

Worst mistake was thinking these sneasel  and that large weavile were trying to play with him in the snow. For some reason, he didn’t expect them to go and begin to chase after him for throwing a snowball at the weavile. And god damn were they freaking fast!