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[rigor_modus]

[Should you venture into the lobby, you might be graced with the sight of two young Asian women standing together. Their faces are painted, all perfect and serene. Upon closer inspection, you might find that these women are, in fact, made of wood. On the outside, at least; heavy perfume masks the scent of death and formaldehyde. One of the few

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[lil_plant_boy]

[Lil End is passing by the lobby, looking for the old man from before, but then he notices the dolls sitting there. Him, being a boy, wouldn't even took a second look at them if they were regular dolls, but he feels something odd about them.]

They are pretty but... They are kind of weird. I've never seen dolls like that...

[Gerasim isn't used to foreign stuff.]

[rigor_modus]

[If her male self is good enough to play with dolls, so can little boys! Leaving dolls all by their lonesome isn't good, lest they get lonely and start playing with you. This is backed up by Osan snatching Gerasim's hat and placing it on her own head.]

[lil_plant_boy]

/H-Hey! What just.../

[Did the doll just STOLE HIS HAT?!

He gives a step back, looking at the dool that now had his hat.]

Maybe... They are marionettes? [He thinks, but he doesn't see any wires.]

[rigor_modus]

[She may have! Osan moves to stand in front of him, waving her hands in what was probably supposed to be a mocking gesture. It was hard to tell considering her facial expressions didn't change.]

[lil_plant_boy]

[He's a little bit scared by those dolls, but he remembers what Ocelot told him that he was going to be a soldier, so he's gotta be brave.]

Y-You. Do you have na-names?

[He tries to talk in English again. Maybe, if those dolls move, they talked as well.]

[rigor_modus]

[Sorry, kid, looks like they can't talk. Kohal will give the hat back, though, albeit by snatching it from Osan's head and tossing it at Gerasim's feet.]

[lil_plant_boy]

Hmm...

[He looks at the hat lying on the floor, slightly confused.]

T-thank you.

[He smiles and grabs the hat from the ground, putting it back on. He thought they were going to keep it for good.]

You are s-strange.