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[ Arthur hasn't been gone long. Many of you likely wouldn't have even noticed his absence at all. But he is returned now, just over a year older and with a new crown that he may or may not have stolen from Burger King is far more ornate than a Prince's coronet hanging in his hands. He may not be much older but he certainly looks aged. ]

It would seem this realm has not tired of its want for Kings and Queens.

[ A tight lipped smile. King Arthur of Camelot has just come from the middle of his coronation, and he is hardly amused. ]

I would ask a question of you, Travellers, if you care to answer. How many of you believed you would return home following the battle of Ragnarok, as was promised? How many of you were prepared for it? Wished for it?

[ A pause. ]

Are there any among you that held dread for the prospect, and are glad now to remain in this city for however long you might?

[ He did, once. Now, he is not so sure. He rolls the crown in his hands once, shifts. ]

Or - an easier inquiry, if you are not inclined to answer the other. How many have returned to their native realms, despite the unresolved conflict? Those of you that have made my acquaintance or would call yourselves my friends, I ask that you make known your presence.

[ Another beat, another tense smile. ]

I suppose Asgard is not yet finished with me after all.

( and some action-y things, yay! )

[His feed opens with the sounds of rustling and the oh-so-beautiful scenery of... a messy teenaged boy's room. Okay, so he's normally a lot more organized than this, but cut him some slack, Asgard. The last couple of months haven't been easy.

But he's not addressing Asgard, oh no. He seems to be tidying up (sort of) and mostly humming along. Occasionally he'll sing lines that he remembers, but he's not too concerned about his performance. Have no fear; though he lacks the finesse of a true vocalist, he's not bad enough to burn ears.]

I... a-ahh, how long was this―?!

[Aaaaaaand he finally noticed.]

I guess I... bumped it. Haha... ha.

[Nothing like being put on the spot. Otonashi leaves the room, heading out past the main welcome hall. Nothing to do now but pretend like that didn't happen move forward!]

I think I need a change of scenery. And maybe a change in mood. We're all still here after all, but so many people have ... disappeared, haven't they? In my world... that meant that they accepted their lives and found peace.

[He shivers when he steps outside. The season is changing!]

Before I head out, do any of you want to ... I don't know, go to lunch? Just a normal lunch? I'll even buy for a few of you if you can't. [Because he kind of misses his normal, everyday lunches with his off-the-wall friends. He's no social butterfly, but he'll try. He can't be the only one who feels off.

Yuzuru tries for a smile, waves to the feed awkwardly (Otonashi, the feed isn't a person, silly) and cuts it.]