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Who: Ranulf, Lenalee, Eve
What: Eve ran off, so Ranulf went to look for her. On the way, he bumped into Lenalee.
When: Shortly after Eve's disappearance.
Where: All over! @_@
Ranulf was not having a good day, not in the least. To begin with, his stomach hurt from who knew what -- okay, he knew what, or thought he did, at least. He didn't know what little Nia put into her chocolate, but he was sure it wasn't supposed to be there. Or, at least, hoped it wasn't supposed to be there, and he didn't just get this reaction from chocolates in general. After all, he still had to eat Eve's; there was no way he was going to slight his "kitten"'s efforts.
Speaking of Eve, that was the second problem. Eve, true to her word in her journal, was gone. And while Ranulf was sure she was more than capable of taking care of herself, that didn't stop him from worrying.
Trying to coax his stomach into believing that it hurt a lot less than it actually did, he scribbled a note in his journal and dashed out. It might be a little hard, but he believed he had a chance of finding her, at least. That nose of his wasn't just there for show, after all, even if all the blood and iron in town was confusing his senses, not to mention all the sugar around.
What: Eve ran off, so Ranulf went to look for her. On the way, he bumped into Lenalee.
When: Shortly after Eve's disappearance.
Where: All over! @_@
Ranulf was not having a good day, not in the least. To begin with, his stomach hurt from who knew what -- okay, he knew what, or thought he did, at least. He didn't know what little Nia put into her chocolate, but he was sure it wasn't supposed to be there. Or, at least, hoped it wasn't supposed to be there, and he didn't just get this reaction from chocolates in general. After all, he still had to eat Eve's; there was no way he was going to slight his "kitten"'s efforts.
Speaking of Eve, that was the second problem. Eve, true to her word in her journal, was gone. And while Ranulf was sure she was more than capable of taking care of herself, that didn't stop him from worrying.
Trying to coax his stomach into believing that it hurt a lot less than it actually did, he scribbled a note in his journal and dashed out. It might be a little hard, but he believed he had a chance of finding her, at least. That nose of his wasn't just there for show, after all, even if all the blood and iron in town was confusing his senses, not to mention all the sugar around.