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[fonon-master.livejournal.com]

[With the old lock on his door broken, Ion brought a new lock and some tools to install it by himself. He will not ask for anyone's help, but it was clear that he doesn't know how to install it. He was not smiling as he usually does. Maybe his facial muscles became tired or maybe a part of him was not processing normally like it should for normal children. Whichever the case, it doesn't matter. He eyed the new doorknob in his hands, speaking to no one in particular.]

. . .I understand perfectly. Maybe that's it. I understand. Yes.

[What he didn't said publicly was "But they're only trash", only having thought about it.

In other words, you're free bother him.]

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[fonon-master.livejournal.com]

No. When you're on your own. . .forgive me just because I'm not beside you.

[OOC: Maybe this is the last time I'll play Ion.]

[allthatdies]

...Of course, Ion. I can bear no ill-feelings toward you.

[ooc: I saw your post. It'll be sad for Ion to go, but I don't blame you. Just take care, kay?]

[fonon-master.livejournal.com]

Do what you have to do.


[OOC: Also, I don't feel welcomed here, so it's better if I go and don't come back.]

[allthatdies]

Yes, I shall. You will not be disappointed.

[ooc: I...think I can understand where you're coming from there. I won't say anything on the matter here, but if you want to talk about it, I'm available on AIM and you can always send me a PM on my personal LJ.]