[ Somehow, the doll has ended up getting all messy again. None of this makes any sense. His search for a battery pack hasn't proved fruitful, either. He can't actually bring himself to look beneath the doll's skirt-- it was a doll, but it was still Mitsuru. It just didn't feel right.
It's a good thing, too, because before he can wonder where that yelling's coming from, he catches a glimpse of actual red hair out of the corner of his eye.
And he's so startled he drops the doll to the ground. ]
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It's a good thing, too, because before he can wonder where that yelling's coming from, he catches a glimpse of actual red hair out of the corner of his eye.
And he's so startled he drops the doll to the ground. ]
... Mitsuru?!