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Message sent by: User17059777
Message Subject: ?[/b]

[i]"Hey Hiraku-chaaan! I know you're in one of your slumps again, so I'm just checking in. Have you been eating? Did you sleep well? Let me know if you need anything, alright?"[/i]

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Hikaru Akiyama read the message displayed before him with a mild disinterest, pushing the "Reply" button once he had finished glancing over his guardian's words. It had been a while since they'd talked, so seeing that they still cared enough to check in was nice. He thought a bit about what to say. He didn't really need anything from them, he had been eating (though only once a day. He probably lost a few pounds, but he'd have to check) and sleeping well, and, truth be told, he wasn't really in a slump at the moment. He was just taking a break from everything. Plus, it was still summer break and it was pouring outside. Soon enough, he had a good enough reply drafted on paper, and began to type it, his fingers "tapping" on the virtual keyboard in front of him.

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Message Subject: RE: ?[/b]

[i]"Yes, hello "Guardian-sama". Do I really still have to call you that? Sure, you may be my senpai and all, but it's a silly nickname.

I'm not in a slump or anything right now, believe it or not. I'm just staying inside instead of going out into the pouring rain. I've been on the network a few times, actually! You should've stopped by and said hello.

I've also been spending time at the Neutral Zone. I've been getting attacked more lately, which is a bit concerning, but I don't really mind it. Free Burst Points, lol.

Drop by my place on the network if you have the time."[/i]

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After pressing the send button, Hikaru sank further into his bed, letting out a tired "Link Start" before slipping into the virtual world, his normal body discarded in favor of the megalomaniac avian by the name of "Jon Warbles". He liked his avatar a lot. It had a sort of feeling to it that made him feel even more important than he did during his time spent online as the Yellow King. More powerful, even. Once inside, he began wandering around, taking a drag from his cigar made of leaves, his large sword hefted onto his shoulder. Perhaps he'd stop by the shops and buy some more games to play, or maybe he'd re-enter the Neutral Zone.