Apr 14, 2010 01:07
[ There's a sound of papers fluttering and being dusted over with a hand. ] How time flies, hm? And now we're on the brink of another war.
If one is smart, one would be wise to see me. I have methods of keeping your memories of this place should you find yourself on death's door.
Which reminds me: to a man named Fuuma, you and I need to meet. I've held yours for quite some time.
[ There's a pause as she speaks to someone else in the room, "You've certainly kept yourself busy if this place is still standing. How dedicated. You could show more of that by making me pizza now." Yup, obviously her maid. ]
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