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camppetoskey2018-07-23 11:40 am
Week 8
The weekend passes in a blue, and suddenly it is Monday again. Monday of week 8, the final week of camp. The last week to try and change your fate.
It's sunny and pleasant, with daytime temperatures lingering around 70 degrees Fahrenheit and dropping off into the 50s in the evening. It's pretty much the perfect weather for Michigan, and it's only a shame that it took this long to get to it.
The WiiU continues to be broken, though the creepy Mii is gone now. All of the Miis are, actually. All that can be seen is a variety of Pure Michigan ads, interestingly enough. A bit calmer than last week's visuals, but probably annoying since no games can be played.
There is one other notable change about camp: the counselors are nowhere to be found. There is plenty of food and some note left on how to run things, but otherwise the campers have been left to their own devices apparently.
On the main door to the lodge is a note that says "We will be back as soon as possible." written in Red's handwriting. What could this mean?
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Oddly, thinking of the real Boa in contrast to his zombie at the moment? Has him cracking up. Some of it might be a slight, slight embarrassment, but he's incredibly certain the other would be feeling the same on the other side, and that helps with any feeling of mortification.
They may be in hell, but this is just too ridiculous for him to take all that seriously anymore.]
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Boa's just going to pretend he hasn't noticed Mitsuru standing there overhearing. Smooth. ]
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Though he'll definitely have to tease the real deal if they can get him back, too.]
Higher than an eleven, huh?
[If he had his staff he might be leaning on it now, but as it is he merely crosses his arms, tilting his head expectantly. Do go on.]
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[ Though he looks pretty damn flustered saying this, he doesn't back down and now that he has been addressed, he makes proper eye contact. He's truly giving his best to say this stoically. ]
Accepting this scale would mean accepting that there is competition and that's just untrue.
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...I wonder if you'll still be able to say that even when camp ends.
[A veiled challenge to the real one? Maybe.
(And, quietly, something else to look forward to, perhaps. Compliments from the zombie always feel somewhat empty, a little too much like the classmates who would wax poetic on him when he'd only just transferred, knowing nothing about him.
It would be nicer to hear from the real thing, if he could.)]
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[ So why wouldn't he? But that makes him think... ]
If I can, are you finally going to give me an answer?
[ As far as he is concerned, there is something open here! And he doesn't wanna go home with this unspoken forever. Whatever the answer is, tell him. ]
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...Oh.]
You forgot. [Or...] I guess you didn't hear it at all. [Yeah, that'd make sense.]
Well, you'll know by then for sure.
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[ If they both go home with things unsaid, that would also be an answer. But it's not one Boa feels satisfied with. If he's going to be rejected, he wants to hear it out right! ]
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[The problem with the zombies, really...]
If you don't remember what I said now, you'll remember it then.
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Just this face. Not even words. You're not making any sense, Mitsuru. ]
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[ And there it is again, the weak shallow trademark zombie smile. ]
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...He really misses having the real one around.]
Then I'll leave you all to your game.
[And surprise surprise, he's ditching again.]
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[ Weak protest, but he knows that if he follows after Mitsuru he's just going to get double-ditched, so... what's the point. ]
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You two are just tooooo cute.
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