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[Hope's life has certainly been thrown into turmoil over the past few weeks, and there's certainly more to come. Now that Lightning's returned, and seems to have gathered her strength... he admittedly can't take his mind off his own problems at hand. He saw her brand—but what's to become of his?
His days, too, are numbered.
After a slumber fraught with nightmares, the boy awakens to find a more urgent, pressing problem at hand.]
[Somehow, by the grace of whatever deity is over this place, he finally manages to open the journal by his bed and paw his way into a video broadcast.
The screen is filled with a fluffy white puppy face.]
RUFF!
Um... w-what's going on!? Am I dreaming!?? Someone help! Lightning? Aerith?!
[Later on that day, he can be found sulking outdoors in the grass by the pathway that separates Community House #4 from the other residential homes, head on his curly fluffy paws.
He can, in fact, be understood if anyone attempts to converse with him. Translations are in italics.]
His days, too, are numbered.
After a slumber fraught with nightmares, the boy awakens to find a more urgent, pressing problem at hand.]
[Somehow, by the grace of whatever deity is over this place, he finally manages to open the journal by his bed and paw his way into a video broadcast.
The screen is filled with a fluffy white puppy face.]
RUFF!
Um... w-what's going on!? Am I dreaming!?? Someone help! Lightning? Aerith?!
[Later on that day, he can be found sulking outdoors in the grass by the pathway that separates Community House #4 from the other residential homes, head on his curly fluffy paws.
He can, in fact, be understood if anyone attempts to converse with him. Translations are in italics.]
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Man, he really hopes he'll never think he's a little girl. That would be the end of his life right then and then. Even worse than dog-chewed boots.
With Baldr still happily inching closer, Hope finally hikes himself up a little, leaning over to poke at the other puppy with his... muzzle. Snout. Whatever he'd call it.] I guess I'll have to deal with it for now. What else can I do, really?
[And part of him secretly hopes that if he takes it in stride, maybe they'll be satisfied and won't put him through any more... "experiments". Whoever They are.]