42nd sigh

[slave_of_suzumiya]

(... Where is she? Why isn't she jumping on the bed and calling "Wake up!"? Hold it. ... This isn't my room. Or well, I guess it is, but still. Okay... As the saying goes, I'm not in Kansas anymore. ... Or maybe I am, which state was Mayfield supposed to be in again? Oh hey, I've still got the phone. I set a bookmark yesterday, didn't I? ... Not working, of course. If Nagato couldn't get us out of here, I guess there isn't any chance of Miss Asahina (big) doing it...)

[A: 915 Bilko Boulevard

Kyon spends the morning lazing about at home, mostly fiddling with his phone in the hope that it'll let him time travel.

B: Around town

Kyon wanders the streets of Mayfield, reacquainting himself with the area after the time he spent away. Occasionally he may stop to fiddle with his phone a little as he mutters to himself.]

Stupid useless bookmarker things...

[C: Phone, evening]

... Yo, so apparently I went home for... (Two days? A few weeks? Minus one month? Could I really even call it "home"? ... Temporal anomalies are weird.) ... a bit. Did I miss anything?

Comments

[slave_of_suzumiya]

I guess so, huh?

[1_truth]

Don't you think it's weird he can have milk at the door before Five-fifteen? He has an awful lot of houses to deliver too...

[slave_of_suzumiya]

Well, there's quite a lot about this place that's weird, or doesn't make sense...

[1_truth]

...That's true. [ now back to finding those glasses ]

[slave_of_suzumiya]

... Misplace your glasses?

[1_truth]

...They must have fallen off while I was sleeping.

[slave_of_suzumiya]

Right... Need any help?

[1_truth]

You can if you want.

There's only a few places they could be. Either under the couch, under the cushion or on the floor infront of the couch.

[ sitting up so he can lift the cushion ]

[slave_of_suzumiya]

Well, if it's all under control...