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[Death the Kid is sleeping peacefully; also perfectly symmetrically, but that's to be expected... however, it's well past morning, and something's thrown off his internal clock because he tries to rise at exactly 8 AM on his days off, but it's better to wake up late than never, right?]

[unknowing that the journal is open next to him, Kid dictates a groan as he sits up, looking around... he's on a couch? and there's a bed over there? this isn't his room at all]

Where am I? [he gets up, then notices the other figure sharing the room with him] Liz? ...No, Lucy, wasn't it?