[Sooyoung freezes in place as the sight and sounds wash over her, eyes darting from detail to detail. It's familiar, in that she's seen this kind of city street -- she's been on a street like this before -- but also strange because it's been years since she's seen this many people crowded together in one place. It's that detail over the rest that tells her that this -- whatever it is -- isn't hers.]
What the hell? Is this another art piece?
[Her question trails off when she spots Atsumu, who is standing like. right next to her? She frowns at him. Atsumu, explain.]
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What the hell? Is this another art piece?
[Her question trails off when she spots Atsumu, who is standing like. right next to her? She frowns at him. Atsumu, explain.]