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[outwalks]

[ On this fine Lucetian afternoon, a polite young boy and a loud man are having a mild squabble in the middle of the plaza. Suddenly, however, the boy gets very, very quiet. And smiles, absently reaching for a pocket. ]

Kio, could you please hold out your hand?

Oh, okay!

[ ClickThat sharp noise was the sound of an artist being handcuffed to the

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[goldenglasses]

[Another person staring at you guys. For a couple moments he wonders if this would work on Wolfwood. Naw, that would only get him more angry and he'd have to let him go sometime.]

Ahh, come on now guys! Is this really necessary?

[outwalks]

Unfortunately.

[ not that he seems the least bit guilty about it. ]

But we shouldn't be here for too long!

[goldenglasses]

Can't you two talk about this? Peaceful like?

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[outwalks]

Oh-we will.

[outwalks]

Once he stops shouting. . .

[goldenglasses]

Maybe he'd stop shouting faster if you know... let him go?

[outwalks]

It'll be faster for him if he asks someone else.

[goldenglasses]

To let him go?

[outwalks]

Exactly.

[goldenglasses]

Alright! I'll ask him!

[outwalks]

Thank you, Mr. Frank.

[ Fuzzy threading timeloops assume that somebody else arrives now, so Allen's distracted. ]

Ah-his name's Kio, by the way!

[goldenglasses]

Alright! [Asks Kio if he'd like to be freed.]

[outwalks]

[ Allen hangs around and talks to other people-he'll be here when Vash has finished freeing Kio! Or beating his head into a brick wall. ]

[goldenglasses]

Oh... I don't have the key.

[outwalks]

Oh-didn't he mention where it was?

[goldenglasses]

Said you had it.