[ Unfortunately, his usual company isn't quite what he gets.
Chrono finds himself in this pseudo-reality entirely by mistake, because that's how he finds himself in most every situation in his life. But rather than simply bow his way out and depart, he... freezes, eying the odd aesthetics of Blue's fantasy-world.
There are some characteristics to space-faring ships that are universal even across worlds, and though Chrono can't quite put his finger on it, something about this place strikes a deep chord. (Probably, in the end, because he has no idea what that common denominator is.) ]
Ah—
[ His eyes finally land on Blue and he realizes he's standing around in someone else's reminisce, someone else's head in a round-about way. ]
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Chrono finds himself in this pseudo-reality entirely by mistake, because that's how he finds himself in most every situation in his life. But rather than simply bow his way out and depart, he... freezes, eying the odd aesthetics of Blue's fantasy-world.
There are some characteristics to space-faring ships that are universal even across worlds, and though Chrono can't quite put his finger on it, something about this place strikes a deep chord. (Probably, in the end, because he has no idea what that common denominator is.) ]
Ah—
[ His eyes finally land on Blue and he realizes he's standing around in someone else's reminisce, someone else's head in a round-about way. ]
I'm sorry.