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[opfern]

You know-

[ He makes a face, masking just how excruciatingly painful this all is for him. Living. Not living. Being hauled around like an old rag doll who has long-since passed the point of being mendable. It's tucked away neatly around the edges of a smile; one which speaks volumes about weary acceptance and years of unfulfilled hope- buried in so many shallow graves. ]

As much as I am flattered that you keep me around, this is.. Hm.
What was that phrase he would use?

[ Alfons takes a moment to dredge up a particular memory. Once the appropriate one is found the sound he gives is more deflation than sigh. A white flag of surrender; no matter if his words are defiant. ]

Ah. Right.
This 'song and dance' is getting old.

That, and I'm certain you have much more important things to do than keep me company. No matter what you may think...

Some ghosts do just want to rest.

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[braided_icarus]

I don't know why they bother if they don't intend to put some of us anywhere.

[opfern]

[ Aren't you unexpected. ]

Maybe it's a happy middle ground?

There's no responsibility or consequences for pulling us to this place. But it's still- something. [ A beat ]

I imagine they feel it's better than nothing.

[ He may disagree. ]

[braided_icarus]

Hn. Still, seems pointless to me. Mun here has a few that aren't in any 'game' though. [He knows Alfons through a brief conversation over the network at his current game before they dropped, at least, and is aware of the 'parallels' with the 2003 anime to an extent.]

[opfern]

[ Something genuine tugs at the corners of his mouth. ]

Being stuck here just puts the enevitable on pause.

Still. [ His brows raise, interest stemming from curiosity. ]

Surprised anyone could, or would for that matter, keep you from stretching your legs beyond this place.

[braided_icarus]

Exactly.

...Hm? No, I'm over at scorched, it's others she has 'homeless'.

[opfern]

[ Alfons pretends this was a mistake he can excuse away with an apology; not a way for Ed to eagerly hand over the information on where he presently is. Not that Alfons will follow or pursue the topic further. Knowing Ed is somewhere- breathing and laughing and living? That's enough. No, more than enough for him.

Some part of Alfons, his shoulders most likely, which seems to relax knowing that Ed isn't trapped in this sad sort of Limbo. ]

..Ah. Guess I must have misunderstood, then.

[ He smiles sheepishly; contentment swept under the guise of a bruised ego. ]

[braided_icarus]

I guess. Your mun isn't looking for a 'game' for you, Al?

[Al is Al to Ed, regardless of whatever parallels or whatever. He notices how the other seems relieved almost at the news that Ed was in one of these 'games'.]