[mansion: basement; comment log]

[mea_dulcissima]

[Sure enough, Lolita is in the basement of the mansion. Her flowery perfume is particularly strong to the senses when entering the room. She's sitting in a chair, with a gun on her lap]

Why did you come here?

Forget me, and leave me here.

[Talk about being thankful...]

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[mea_dulcissima]

Ace?

[she looks as if in a daze]

...She did not trust me.

[mea_dulcissima]

She did not trust me.

She has no faith in this insignificant girl, even more insignificant now.

...This is my home. So forget me, and leave me in my place of memories. It's rude to be here, when you are uninvited.

[mea_dulcissima]

She has no priorities- she lost them along the way.

[Suddenly... Lolita pouts]

For every time you urge me, I'll kill you.

[mea_dulcissima]

Obviously.

A silver bullet would look better in my hair rather than yours.

[mea_dulcissima]

It wouldn't suit you, Mr. Roxas.

[mea_dulcissima]

...

[She just stares at him, confused]

Hm?

[mea_dulcissima]

[mea_dulcissima]

Roxas Mister.

A cat has taken not my tongue, but my thought.