She must have read the letter a dozen times.  Deadpool.  He was with Rikku's Deadpool.  She wasn't quite sure if that increased his chances of making it back unharmed, or reduced them.  At least he had Ino from the gun club keeping an eye on him.

Shutting the door, she knelt down and pulled a box out from under her bed, pressing her hand against the ( Read more... )

In theory, Dōjima was studying her Italian.  She'd taken Aly-sensei's lesson from a few weeks ago about being able to communicate to heart, and had decided to improve on her rather shaky grasp of the language.

She's been staring at the same page for the last ten minutes.  Not so much with the processing ability right now.

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She'd looked everywhere.

Dōjima thumped down on her bed, clearly frustrated.  Romeo never came back to his room this morning, at least not before she'd had to leave to get ready for her own class.  She'd checked the store, pretty much everywhere in town, even wandered the halls of the school for a bit, and she still couldn't find a trace of him.

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