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Private to Vash // unhackable:
How's it going? Still holding up alright?
Private to Spike // hack and you die:
I know a little something you conveniently haven't told me.
...Man, it's cold. And all that damn snow? I told you I'd be stuck inside all day. And sorry Ed, looks like your little snow family's resting in peace.
So... in light of that, anyone know anything about making a cake?
((ooc: because, if you didn't know, it's someone's birfday~! and Faye dun like the cold weather.))