[That's a familiar voice. Of course, it's just in his head; it's Ash's birthday, of course he's thinking of him today. By now, he's about halfway to Japan.
It's also possible he's in town. Post makings and all. It really depends. But that's why he's leaving today. Even if Ash has made it in town, he won't find him before noon, even if he is Ash.
Without hearing the words, writing them off as some background chatter, he ties the pillowcase to a wheelchair handle. It's in turning to do that that he finally sees him. The surprise flashes on his face. He blinks twice, and then the surprise fades, strained, pained, quickly putting it together.
Ah. Blanca. That's right. That guy is on his side. If he wanted to find him, the only surprise was that he managed to pull this off for this long.]
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It's also possible he's in town. Post makings and all. It really depends. But that's why he's leaving today. Even if Ash has made it in town, he won't find him before noon, even if he is Ash.
Without hearing the words, writing them off as some background chatter, he ties the pillowcase to a wheelchair handle. It's in turning to do that that he finally sees him.
The surprise flashes on his face. He blinks twice, and then the surprise fades, strained, pained, quickly putting it together.
Ah. Blanca. That's right. That guy is on his side. If he wanted to find him, the only surprise was that he managed to pull this off for this long.]
Happy Birthday.