...That was...different. Modern warfare is nothing like I expected it to be.

Two questions, if there are answers.

Does someone have a good grasp on making tea? I realize I cannot make it without terrible failure.

Second...Miss Kazahana, when are you available? I would like to speak with you, if I could.

*late at night*


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*this is written furiously, in red ink. Exactly sixteen seconds pass and it is struck out.*

Yes. My power...my creation...I'm an artist, the most natural precious red my paint.

It works.

Flawlessly.

Like the Lady Lilith.

Giving me my second sight.

*the only legible parts are "artist", "flawlessly", "Lilith", and "sight"*