[Haseo sneezed as he shivered miserably in the cold. The situation he found himself was quite stressful for the young man: Stuck in his player character, no idea where he was, freezing his ass off, and helpless but to ponder a dream he could barely half-remember.]
Damnit, Zelkova, you couldn't have made me something with sleeves? [Haseo swore that Moon Tree's leader did this on purpose, not that he thought Zelkova was anywhere near that mean-spirited. If not him, then maybe this was Yata's revenge for all the times he was an impudent little shit to his face.] What the hell is going on?
[Perhaps someone can answer the lightly-dressed white-haired boy standing in the middle of the street?]
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[Haseo sneezed as he shivered miserably in the cold. The situation he found himself was quite stressful for the young man: Stuck in his player character, no idea where he was, freezing his ass off, and helpless but to ponder a dream he could barely half-remember.]
Damnit, Zelkova, you couldn't have made me something with sleeves? [Haseo swore that Moon Tree's leader did this on purpose, not that he thought Zelkova was anywhere near that mean-spirited. If not him, then maybe this was Yata's revenge for all the times he was an impudent little shit to his face.] What the hell is going on?
[Perhaps someone can answer the lightly-dressed white-haired boy standing in the middle of the street?]