[Might as well ask, because Dojima himself was already making a pot. He was still feeling the chills from the water and after dealing with Hanamura, he needed a good cup. He had to grind the coffee beans himself but, that was fine.]
...'The Love meets Bonds Festival'?
[That wasn't something Dojima recognized. Uh oh. Was this going to be like that Scrooge situation...? Or did Yosuke just come a bit from the future?]
Time is a little strange here. I left Inaba in early April, just before your school year started, but it was June in the Index itself. We were busy most of the summer fixing 'The Little Mermaid".
[Though, 'fixing' maybe wasn't the best word for it... 'completely re-writing it until Hans Christian Anderson was spinning in his grave' sounded more accurate.]
But, maybe the story teller didn't tell you this, but the 'me' you've been seeing around isn't quite... myself. The body's the same, but they somehow made a 'duplicate' of my soul. Same for anyone else here.
[He put the ground coffee into the filter of an old school coffee pot he'd managed to buy, and got the stove on.]
...Has Nanako been alright? And Souji?
[The concern in his voice was obvious, even if he still had his back turned to the young man.]
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[Might as well ask, because Dojima himself was already making a pot. He was still feeling the chills from the water and after dealing with Hanamura, he needed a good cup. He had to grind the coffee beans himself but, that was fine.]
...'The Love meets Bonds Festival'?
[That wasn't something Dojima recognized. Uh oh. Was this going to be like that Scrooge situation...? Or did Yosuke just come a bit from the future?]
Time is a little strange here. I left Inaba in early April, just before your school year started, but it was June in the Index itself. We were busy most of the summer fixing 'The Little Mermaid".
[Though, 'fixing' maybe wasn't the best word for it... 'completely re-writing it until Hans Christian Anderson was spinning in his grave' sounded more accurate.]
But, maybe the story teller didn't tell you this, but the 'me' you've been seeing around isn't quite... myself. The body's the same, but they somehow made a 'duplicate' of my soul. Same for anyone else here.
[He put the ground coffee into the filter of an old school coffee pot he'd managed to buy, and got the stove on.]
...Has Nanako been alright? And Souji?
[The concern in his voice was obvious, even if he still had his back turned to the young man.]