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I'm going to give you the straightest answer I can... no.
But it doesn't surprise you?
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I'm going to give you the straightest answer I can... no.
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Which dimension? I'm not sure. As for the area I live in, Khabarovsk, Russia. I'm not entirely sure how I got here, but I'm assuming it was a dimensional tear.
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No, I'm fine.
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*Follows behind, looking over at the table and the people at it.*
I don't drink much, usually just water.
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If I do, it's not on purpose... So, can't really make any promises.
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Inter-dimensional occurrences happen here as well, I see. I'm assuming it happens often?
(I was a bit sleep deprived while doing this one)
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Seems like it... This may sound odd, but, where is here exactly?
*His voice seemed quite monotone, with the slightest Russian accent to it.*
@Webmaster
(Note: I'll use yellow for out of body interactions, and red for in character interactions.)
*The door of the cafe slowly opened, as a figure stepped forward, out of the outside. Once they were fully in, there was a barely noticeable red rope-like object coming from his hand, swinging the door closed. They stepped further in, pulling down the hood, revealing his face*
*I look around the unfamiliar place, still unsure of my situation.*
*I stand there for a moment, before shrugging.*
What's the worst that could happen? Sure.
*Walks over to the table.*