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[holymadonna]

It pains me to say an emergency has come up, Heinkel. I will try to arrive in time for the Nativity play this afternoon, but I can't ignore my duties as doctor. My best hopes for the play success as captures the heart of what we are celebrating in Christmas.

Does someone know where the young man called Alfons live? He is ah-- dead in trouble in

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[westernabyss]

M- Mister Alfons?

[holymadonna]

There was another.

He'll be alright, dear.

[westernabyss]

... Can I see him?

[holymadonna]

No, not yet. Tomorrow, perhaps. He needs to rest.

[westernabyss]

... Is he okay?

[holymadonna]

He... will be very soon. What is your name, dear?

[westernabyss]

Riful...

[holymadonna]

I'm Lilith, Riful. I am a doctor.

[westernabyss]

I wanted to eat his guts first...

Really? Will you make him better?

[holymadonna]

I promise I'll try.

[westernabyss]

Okay.

[holymadonna]

Such a good girl, Riful. Would you like a slice of cake?

[westernabyss]

No... I don't really like sweet things.

Thank you, though.

[holymadonna]

Oh? What sort of food do you like?

[westernabyss]

... Um. Stuff like home? Meat and vegetables... ? Mostly meat.

[holymadonna]

Would you like a lunch? What spices do you prefer?