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It's a few days before Kanji fully processes one of the realities of this weird little place.

Tokyo's right there and doesn't need any money from him. More than that: Harajuku is right there.

He's far too much of a textile nerd to pass up this kind of opportunity.

And so, there he is, poking around the stores with what's turned into a really weird mix of interest and professional outrage. Half this crap would fall apart in like a year, and they normally charge how much for it??? Fucking ridiculous.

in the sunrise that follows

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After collapsing during the beach party for Raven-san, Kurusu-kun is...different. He moves almost stiffly, on auto-pilot, meticulously careful about being polite and non-intrusive; he doesn't make messes, he doesn't need to be told to do things, he barely reacts to people addressing him. His large eyes, usually noticeably observant, are now far past his normal blankness and into an almost-haunted stare into the distance, glazed and unfocused.

To him, it feels like...he remembers this one time in school he had a pencil with a very stiff eraser on the end, and he tried to use it to remove characters he misspelled from his notebook. He had to rub super hard to get the mistakes out, and bits of paper came up along with his poor writing. It feels like that -- like someone took a stale eraser to the whole wide world and scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed at everything to get the mistakes out, including his insides.

Kurusu-kun wakes up the day after the beach party at 8:00 AM -- his normal wake-up time at home -- in Crow-san's house. It will be a slow, quiet day for him, as he treads through the cotton minefield and fills himself up with color again.

> Exist with him?