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Momiji's door still hasn't reappeared. This hasn't been an entirely happy circumstance - long absences from the Sohma house, let alone from his universe, aren't something the teen is used to. 

At the moment, though, any signs of homesickness are being blotted out, as he stands off to the side of lake, looking quite content with two of the things he's borrowed from Mrs. Bar, lately: clothes and a violin. The former of the two leaves him looking a little like a sunflower, his brown eyes framed by blonde hair and the loose, flowing shirt he has on, done up in warm yellow and floral print. It isn't a dress - really! - but, from the right angle, it nearly covers up his shorts and looks a little like one.

The violin, though, is what's really making him beam. His chin rests on it like the shoulder of a familiar friend, and, with a bow in his hand, it give off a light, carefree tune - old dancing music and not the usual, classical stuff that he's taken lessons for. It's fun, though...and he hasn't had school in weeks, now, so keeping up strict practicing habits has been hard. Sitting beside the lake or in his room and just playing is a lot easier.