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[roughsjustice]

[ Klavier is seated somewhere convenient in the mess hall. He has a cup of coffee next to him, and apple pie!! In front of him is a sign that says:

TALK TO ME IN THE NAME OF FORENSIC SKYENCE!!!
Go talk to him! ]

((Gonna stop tagging for now! Will tag both old and new when I get enough rest!))

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[butterflybuldge]

[ stabs his pie with a fork ]

[roughsjustice]

[ hey what!! my pie!! ]

Hello.

[butterflybuldge]

[ you mean this pie in my mouth ]

Your hair must take a while to do. Looks like a drill.

[roughsjustice]

It styles itself.

[butterflybuldge]

What a lame super power.

[roughsjustice]

I have none of that.

[butterflybuldge]

That was a joke.

[roughsjustice]

Ach! I couldn't tell.

[butterflybuldge]

Sure, whatever.

[roughsjustice]

Do you know Ema Skye?

[butterflybuldge]

No. I came to talk to you because I have nothing better to do right now. Should I know this person, and why?

[roughsjustice]

I'm doing an investigation of sorts.

[butterflybuldge]

[ taps the pie fork against his lips ]

Are they dangerous?

[roughsjustice]

I would hope not.

[butterflybuldge]

How dull.

[roughsjustice]

Someone who works for the law shouldn't really be a bait for danger, ja?