[The comm clicks on to a small clatter that sounds like wood hitting the plastic device and then hitting the floor. The ensuing conversation comes in somewhat muffled.]
-summer's heat turns to autumn's chill, leafs turning from green to the red of blood. The spring's cherry blossoms have long since faded and the days grow short. Months of long
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Ukon, mind your manners.
Whaaaaat? I was just sayin' hello. Sheesh, stick in the mud.
Ahem. Is there something on your mind, Testament-san?
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I'm not sure what this may entail. We may be met with only hostility, but we may not be either.
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I seem to be tied here, now.
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