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Nov. 4th, 2009 09:58 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
byakurfag.livejournal.com[ This seems to happen too often.
Byakuran knows a lot of things, knows a lot because he can't not know a lot, but he doesn't particularly understand this no matter how many times he thinks he about it. The switching worlds and cities constantly is beginning to give him a mild headache, and he's never a pleasant person to be around when that sort of thing starts happening.
He gets a little cranky, maybe.
( And he's a patient, patient man, but his patience is limited. )
It's just another city. It's a city like all the rest of them, quiet and unfamiliar and annoyingly desolate, and he stands in front of a small shop, tapping bare fingers against the cool pane of glass. ]
Byakuran knows a lot of things, knows a lot because he can't not know a lot, but he doesn't particularly understand this no matter how many times he thinks he about it. The switching worlds and cities constantly is beginning to give him a mild headache, and he's never a pleasant person to be around when that sort of thing starts happening.
He gets a little cranky, maybe.
( And he's a patient, patient man, but his patience is limited. )
It's just another city. It's a city like all the rest of them, quiet and unfamiliar and annoyingly desolate, and he stands in front of a small shop, tapping bare fingers against the cool pane of glass. ]
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