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[haberdashing]

[SOMEWHERE IN CAMP, there is a chair. Tied quite securely to that chair is an immortal mafia executive, and beside him is a sign on a stake in the ground that reads MAKE FRIENDS WITH ME.]

...I think Camp might be trying to tell me something.

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[tasteslikeash]

. . .

[haberdashing]

Hey there... ah, Gokudera, wasn't it?

[tasteslikeash]

Yeah. You're the guy that was looking for bombs, aren't you?

[haberdashing]

Yeah, that was me. Firo Prochainezo, of the Martillo Family.

[tasteslikeash]

You think camp will let someone untie you?

[haberdashing]

I'm really hoping so. This is getting a bit uncomfortable.

[tasteslikeash]

It's worth a try.

[works on trying to undo one of the simpler looking knots]

[haberdashing]

Thanks.

[and as soon as you get one undone, it ties itself right back up again]

[tasteslikeash]

[tries once more before giving up >/]

It's no good. This thing keeps fixing the knots.

[haberdashing]

Figures it wouldn't be that easy.