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Being cooped up at home for weeks, safe from the Nexus as a whole, John hadn't yet realized how batshit and occasionally dangerous the building itself could be.


Which is why he's attempting to hide under a table for safety as the hallway he was wandering in spontaneously burst into flames.

"M-Mom! Daad!"
[identity profile] immablikeraiden.livejournal.com
There's a box on the roof. A very large one. It looks kind of like this:



It even sparkles. Somehow.

On the bottom of it there's a small, neon pink tag that says "To: Roses and Raidens, From: .-- . / .- .-. . / .- .-.. .-- .- -.-- ... / .-- .- - -.-. .... .. -. --. " as well as the sound of quiet, muffled crying.



[[This box is a magical box that won't open unless a Raiden or a Rose opens it. :V Little John can still talk through the air holes though.]

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