Jul 10, 2009 20:55
[Coming out of the woods are two teenagers dressed in black/red robes. They look like they've been through something and have come out of it in badass perfectly kept dignity.
Except for that handcuff-slash-"friendship bracelet" holding their wrists together that looks like Sanrio barfed cuteness all over it. And they're arguing too.]
Making any progress, Mai?
...No.
...I suppose now that we're back we can make use of the services here. You there, where can we find a lockpick?
[that last part was directed at you, the person who has decided to gawk at them]