Stitch #83.

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... thank the Quincy that's over.

Why anybody with any experience subjects themself to the abuse by posting before midnight of the following day, I'll never know. And as to the curse before it - as ever, mum's the word.

Doumeki-san, let's take this opportunity to visit the supermarket?

We're out of milk.

[ooc: OH, anything goes.]

Comments

[magicaldebs]

It's so not over.

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BUT IT'S PAST TWELVE

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Magic, dear Ishida. Magic.

Can I have a hug now.

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Absolutely not.

[magicaldebs]

Why not? The sooner I get a hug the sooner I go away.

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... I won't be persuaded.

[magicaldebs]

But Ishida, I love you and your sewing. And your glasses.

Can I steal your glasses.

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...

I'm not going to reply to you any longer.

[magicaldebs]

... I WILL SADFACE FOREVER, THEN.

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That isn't my problem.