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Going to London. Or France. Will be back eventually. Shall bring chocolates.
Of course, it would have been better if he'd signed the note, not used a school owl or given any sort of hint to his identity (he'd printed the notes neatly because his hand was oddly unsteady, so even his handwriting wouldn't give it away) but hey, at least it was something.
Seto got a note folded neatly on the bed, reading:
Seto,
I nearly chopped down a tree. I'm going to go somewhere where there aren't trees to chop down or people will take the axes away from me. I have to, for the sake of the poor trees. Think of the trees, Seto. They think of you.
Tom didn't get a note. Or rather, he did. Ryuuji just burnt it to ashes instead of sending it. No big loss, anyway. All the strikeouts had made it impossible to read.
Of course, it would have been better if he'd signed the note, not used a school owl or given any sort of hint to his identity (he'd printed the notes neatly because his hand was oddly unsteady, so even his handwriting wouldn't give it away) but hey, at least it was something.
Seto got a note folded neatly on the bed, reading:
Seto,
I nearly chopped down a tree. I'm going to go somewhere where there aren't trees to chop down or people will take the axes away from me. I have to, for the sake of the poor trees. Think of the trees, Seto. They think of you.
Tom didn't get a note. Or rather, he did. Ryuuji just burnt it to ashes instead of sending it. No big loss, anyway. All the strikeouts had made it impossible to read.