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[misslafosse]

[Delysia's been staring at a photograph for the past ten minutes, trying to gather anything she can from it. That was definitely her in the gold dress, and she looked absolutely lovely, but who was the other woman? Why in the world were they hiding? And from what?

But the most puzzling had been the name attached to the photograph.]I just don't

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[iknowhowtogetit]

[hi there, looking over your shoulder now.]

...what're you two doing in that picture.

[misslafosse]

[And since she's learned Jun is her roommate and not simply some stranger, she doesn't jump when she comes up behind her.]

I can honestly say that I have no idea. It looks like we're hiding.

[iknowhowtogetit]

[...yeah, no.]

It looks like you two are about to kiss.

[misslafosse]

It does not!

[She takes a closer look at it.]

I mean, it might, just a tad, but that can't be it! Why would we go under a piano to do that?

[iknowhowtogetit]

[shrug]

Maybe you like pianos. Maybe you both like pianos. Ever think about that?

[misslafosse]

[She'll give Jun a shove of the arm for that.]

Now you're just making things up. I bet you anything we're just... just practicing a drill of some sort!

[iknowhowtogetit]

[OW THAT HURT-- just kidding!]

...a kissing drill? Wow.

[misslafosse]

[Well. That's because she wasn't trying to hurt her.]

Not a kissing drill! At least I'd hope not. It's not much of a drill being that far apart. And besides, she looks too much like a mother figure. She may not be old enough to be my mother, but just look at her. No, she looks like the very thought of kissing in public would make her faint.

[iknowhowtogetit]

[right. yes.]

Making assumptions for someone when you're not even sure about yourself? Ambitious.

[misslafosse]

Well that's what you were doing in the first place, assuming we were going to kiss. I don't see how what I'm saying is any different. [she sighs] But I suppose it doesn't matter, because I won't know anything until I find more of these clues, or something to work with.

[iknowhowtogetit]

[a sigh, and a hand to her forehead. didn't this one know by now when she was just being sarcastic? she'll ignore that remark, just staying silent in order to give her the win.]

Alright, whatever. Remind me what you know about yourself again?

[misslafosse]

[And with a frustrated sigh, she gestures to the photograph.]

Only that I have an alias of "Delysia Lafosse" and am a very classy dresser. [Glancing up at Jun briefly before looking away] Which would somewhat explain why we were in bed together. That's my name on the door.

[a huff] But other than that, I've got nothing. What about you?

[iknowhowtogetit]

[nothing, either. but...] My name's Jun and I somehow get women into bed with me. Women with identity crises.

[misslafosse]

[she laughs lightly]

Well. Seeing as we've already hit the sheets together, though we don't remember it, I don't see the harm in being honest. You have this very sexy and mysterious vibe about you. It was probably very easy to convince me.

[iknowhowtogetit]

I don't even know. [shrug] Guess it doesn't matter.

[misslafosse]

I'm sure we'll figure this out. I mean, someone around here must know something, right? We won't be clueless forever.