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[yolonceler]

[The Once-ler emerges from the barracks (accompanied by a coughing fit, as he was running, and running does not agree with his damaged lungs), after a rather amusing freak-out when he noticed that he was not in his office. He is met with the sight of the Green. The Green, with its growing grass and budding flowers and… and nature. It's the landscape the Once-ler used to know, sans the truffula trees—but this is enough.

He glances skyward. It's blue, a radiant blue, with puffy cumulus clouds drifting about here and there. The light is bright, so bright he puts on his sunglasses, but there's… no sun? That makes about zero sense. He shakes his head and turns his attention back to the Green. He crouches down and tugs off one of his gloves. His hands are shaking, just a little bit, and they don't stop even when he commands them to. The Once-ler presses his palm down into the grass. The feeling is giving him some pretty unwanted flashbacks to when the truffula forest was full and lush. The world was a nice place to be, and you could take a deep breath without coughing up a lung.

He might as well be four years back in time.

So, if you want to see a tall, well-dressed man wandering around the Green with tears on his face, this is your chance.]

Comments

[missmimmi]

...That is correct? I have never met you before.

[This guy is either off his rocker or seriously disoriented.]

[yolonceler]

But I'm the Once-ler!

[That came out very snippy and arrogant, didn't it? He reigns in his temper. Come on, this lady didn't do anything to incur his wrath. He pinches the bridge of his nose again. This place is going to be the death of him.]

Forget it. It's nice to meet you.

[missmimmi]

[Jeez Once-ler make up your mind.]

...Ja.

[She just. Stares.]

Do not forget about dinner. It is the only meal they serve here. Otherwise you have to cook for yourself.

[yolonceler]

Dinner, right. Exciting.

[Something tells him this place's food won't exactly be as quality as the food back home.]

What about breakfast and lunch, do I gotta make that myself too?

[missmimmi]

That is right. A bit inconvenient, I suppose.

[yolonceler]

[The Once-ler tries to remember the last time he cooked for himself. He can't. Well, he's pretty sure he remembers how, at least.]

I think "a bit inconvenient" is a drastic understatement, but sure, let's go with that.

[missmimmi]

...Do you not know how to cook?

[yolonceler]

Really good at it, actually. [If he does say so himself.] Just haven't done it in, uh... a long time.

[missmimmi]

...Oh. Well, I am sure others would be willing to help if you asked them.

[yolonceler]

[Ugh, asking for help. The Once-ler doesn't do that.]

I'll remember that, thanks.