[A Lavi comes walking through a door, soaking wet as though he just got out of the rain. He mutters something under his breath, pushing the hood of his coat off of his head, revealing a familiar golden golem perched on his shoulder. Timcampy flits off of Lavi's shoulder, flying around in a nervous flit, clearly anxious that they're not in the same
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I lost my voice for the time being, unfortunately.
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Of course. Though, it's easier if I talk to you in your mind. [This is him asking permission.]
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