[ After this fiasco, they probably wouldn't be welcome anywhere. That's fine, Oria thinks while still in the recesses of his own mind. He has never felt like he belonged anywhere except for his squad. A tiny thing, somewhere to call home. His head rings with incessant messages, private ones, chatroom notifications, alerts, Keropoyo blabbering about something.
It's so, so loud.
No one else goes after Sinclair. After a while, Oria's body zooms over to the direction where Sinclair went. It's still the other's time to play. ]
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It's so, so loud.
No one else goes after Sinclair. After a while, Oria's body zooms over to the direction where Sinclair went. It's still the other's time to play. ]