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Masumi considered consoling someone who would go to such lengths to even offer such an event to take place, but lingered on the thought. The oneirologist found the girl’s brimming grin returning less after the trials they endured. The fiery one the one who seemed to always be at bay with the rays of the sun. With his sleepy gaze returning after a meditative breath, Masumi’s gaze flitted between the pair that sat before him. What troubles he went to by simply deciding to attend… The events of that night were excitable, nonetheless to partake in the fruition brought on by the girl with the bright eye’s ideas was an exhilarating step for the boy, if not entirely proactive outside of his boundaries. With quick, muffled breathes, the oneirologist seemed winded within the confines of his company. A Closing Supper | Chapter 3 | Nodame, Masumi, and Yoshiko