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[b_as_a_criminal]

[today, like any normal day, Beyond Birthday goes outside his house on Partridge Drive to check the mail. He opens the mailbox....

... FLOOD OF PLUSHIES. That's right, 28 stuffed animals just came pouring out onto the walk, up to his knees

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[bitchtears]

[Neku wonders why he even leaves his room. Those are plushies. Those are legitimately plushies. What.]

The hell?

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[b_as_a_criminal]

[B turns to look at Neku.]

Allow me to explain.

[DRAMATIC PAUSE...]

[b_as_a_criminal]

They're dolls.

[bitchtears]

[That faint glimmer of hope, the one that suggest B would make sense someday....

It's gone.]

I know that. What are they doing in the middle of the house?

[b_as_a_criminal]

They came shooting out of the mailbox. It's snowing outside.

I didn't want them to get wet.

[bitchtears]

Who the hell mails a giant pile of dolls?

[b_as_a_criminal]

They're addressed from the Mayor. Don't you like stuffed animals?

[bitchtears]

[.......]

No. I'm not a little kid.

[b_as_a_criminal]

Neither am I. Seriously, even adults have hobbies.

[bitchtears]

Stuffed animals aren't a hobby.

[Not unless you're Shiki. And you, sir, are not Shiki.]

[b_as_a_criminal]

I never said they were.