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[me_kami]

Mikami was getting tired of these rooms switching around on him. if this place insisted on keeping him here, (as if he had anywhere else to go), It should at least let him take shelter from others by hiding in his room. Every once in a while, he would make a trip to the kitchen only for the necessity of eating, but then he would make a point of

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[onlydisappear]

[Matt's voice is not the best in the world, to say the least. Almost a decade of smoking has ravaged it, and he never had the firmest grasp on pitch to begin with. The song the room makes him sing is perhaps ideally suited for what skills he has.]

Cigarettes and chocolate milk
these are just a couple of my cravings
everything it seems I like's a little bit stronger
a little bit thicker
a little bit harmful for me

And then there's those other things
which for several reasons we won't mention
everything about them is a little bit stranger
a little bit harder
a little bit deadly

It isn't very smart
tends to make one part so broken-hearted...

[By the time he's done, his face is bright red, and he could really use a drink. He heads to the bar that was his original intended destination, and pours himself a beer, giving the Mikami already in here a little wave. Playing bartender worked out pretty well for Matt last time. (He still has the marks on his neck, in fact, not entirely hidden by his shirt and vest.) He kind of likes the idea of being a guide to the mansion.]

Hey, coulda been worse, yeah?

^_^

[me_kami]

Mikami watches them and replies back,"I guess it could have." he glances at the bar. He isn't really the type to drink, but thinks that it couldn't do much harm.

[onlydisappear]

You want anything?

[Matt sips his copper ale, then pulls out his smokes and fires one up.]