"I bet you don't remember me." -- "Only every other memory."

[singularjustice]

Who: N and whoever!
Where: Plaza.
When: Saturday Afternoon.
Style: Either or!
Status: Open.

[ There is a tall boy standing in the plaza, tea-green hair blown back behind him as a large white dragon blows warm air around him, just enough to work on drying his soaked state.

N knows he has been gone for some time. It is like waking up from a very deep sleep, where the dreams you once had were fading blur, yet it was obvious hours upon hours had passed.

He was wearing his old clothes again. He remembers the wind whipping his hair, Hilda's calls before he leapt to Reshiram's back. That memory seems so close and yet so far away.

The boy pushes it out of his mind. It does not matter now.

N is home. ]

Comments

[unnoticeable]

Kuma's quite happy you're back, as you can see. He really missed you as well. [In fact, the bear's attempting to give N a nice, wet, lick right across the face.]

[singularjustice]

[ N just lets him and then laughs, wiping at his face with his sleeve. ]

I can certainly see!

[unnoticeable]

[If N isn't careful, there's more slobbery polar bear kisses in his future.]

Not much has changed, really, at least.