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2D's understanding of the passage of time had never been exceedingly stable. Even when he had been just a young, innocent child, sometimes minutes could seem like hours, and hours could feel like seconds. Back then he hadn't been sure what caused it, and he was no closer to an answer nowadays, if he were to be honest. Especially since his poor, pink dyed vision sometimes made it difficult to figure out what time of day it was. Usually he could figure it out by judging the chill that always seemed to accompany the arrival of the night, but it seemed as though Elysium was constantly just as cold as the nighttime, so it had become difficult for him to tell when a day had gone by. He had little idea of how long it had been since Winston had arrived, but he hoped that the child was doing well. The serval was not yet experienced with the apparent Elysium pattern of exhausted children showing up alone on their borders, so the arrival of the former Tangler was still fairly surprising. Not that 2D felt one way or another about the boy being from Tanglewood. After all, he didn't know anything about the swampy scent that had clung to the other's patterned fur, and had thought little of it when Rin went about muttering things about alerting Tanglewood.

The library wasn't a usual place for the singer to frequent, seeing as he was hardly an intellectual. Reading was difficult for him to grasp, and that was disregarding the fact that words had a nasty habit of bleeding together in his vision. However, he had seen Winston disappear into the front doors of the building recently, and that had piqued his interest. He wanted to make sure the other was okay, and it was pretty creepy just watching a child from afar, so he'd just have to ask. After a moment of hesitation at the fringes of the floating town, 2D stretched his long legs and jogged his way over to the library, gangly limbs nearly tripping over themselves in his rush. He pushed the doors open quietly, following after the scent of not only Winston, but Rin as well. He was glad it was just the two of them for now, considering Rin tended to put him at ease. Coming up beside the magna, he looked at the various sewing implements that Winston had nearby him, along with the miniature swaths of fabric. Never having been one for arts and crafts – besides the art of music, that is – 2D cocked his head to one side before questioning, "What're y'makin', Winston? Somefin' cute?" It seemed obvious to him, that a young child would go through the effort of making something cutesy, especially in a foreign land. After all, cute things provided him with comfort when he felt alone.