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[crimsonscourge]

To whomever goes by the name of Prince Laharl:

I've taken one of your vassals who I've aptly named Maggot. Choose to stop me if you will, but I won't be easily defeated.

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[ethereal_fayt]

Albel, what are you doing? -_-

[crimsonscourge]

Building an army! What does it look like?!

[ethereal_fayt]

An army for what!?

[crimsonscourge]

For whatever reason comes up to where I might need one.

[ethereal_fayt]

You're utterly hopeless. We're at a school, Albel. A school. You do not need an army at a school.

[crimsonscourge]

There's nothing hopeless about being prepared!!

[ethereal_fayt]

*Hangs head* Why do I even bother with you?

[crimsonscourge]

No one ever said you had to.

[ethereal_fayt]

I know, but I guess I can't help it. You need me.

[crimsonscourge]

Me? Need you? Ahahahaha!!

[ethereal_fayt]

You know it's true. You're just too shy to admit it.

[crimsonscourge]

Albel the Wicked does not get 'shy'.

[ethereal_fayt]

You always act like such a tough guy.

[crimsonscourge]

It's not an act!

[ethereal_fayt]

Uh huh. I saw the tears in your eyes when I told you I didn't hate you.

[crimsonscourge]

..shutup.