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Who: Ryou whiteduplicity and Lillet dragons_are_ok
Where: Ryou's apartment
When: 11 a.m., saturday
Rating: PG at the very worst.
Summary: Don't invite a witch into your home. They have trouble minding their own business.
the log:
Lillet was in two minds about Ryou. On one hand he was a rather pleasant young man who seemed on the shy side. She could relate there. In her village, she had never really had anyone her own age to talk to, not until she had gone to the Silver Star Tower, and even then she wasn't really prepared to make friends.
However, Ryou also seemed to have moments where he was just downright creepy. Maybe he was possessed, maybe it was some kind of split personality, but Lillet got the distinct impression that he was definitely off.
Whatever the case, she wanted to get to the bottom of this. Or at least find out if those little figurines were as innocent as he said.
Either way, she'd treat it as a pleasant visit to a friend's home. She'd even brought a little package of cookies, probably a bit stale, but edible.
She stopped outside his door, took a deep breath, and knocked.
Where: Ryou's apartment
When: 11 a.m., saturday
Rating: PG at the very worst.
Summary: Don't invite a witch into your home. They have trouble minding their own business.
the log:
Lillet was in two minds about Ryou. On one hand he was a rather pleasant young man who seemed on the shy side. She could relate there. In her village, she had never really had anyone her own age to talk to, not until she had gone to the Silver Star Tower, and even then she wasn't really prepared to make friends.
However, Ryou also seemed to have moments where he was just downright creepy. Maybe he was possessed, maybe it was some kind of split personality, but Lillet got the distinct impression that he was definitely off.
Whatever the case, she wanted to get to the bottom of this. Or at least find out if those little figurines were as innocent as he said.
Either way, she'd treat it as a pleasant visit to a friend's home. She'd even brought a little package of cookies, probably a bit stale, but edible.
She stopped outside his door, took a deep breath, and knocked.