Locked private, but hackable.

[ashyperfume]

Don't know what I expected, really.

I suppose I didn't know how much I'd come to rely on the idea -- that there was something more beyond the pompous-ass ways.

I didn't realize I'd miss it until I looked into his eyes and didn't see it. Until he looked back and didn't see me.

Stupid.

Stupider that I want it . . . one thing he used. One thing

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[ashyperfume]

[Immediately Fuu checks the privacy settings. . . . They're in place. She made no mistake.]

Who are you?

[If the words were spoken, they would be snapped.]

[ashyperfume]

. . .

Not even that do you answer straight. A thing as simple as that.

Do you spy on me? Am I some sort of cheap entertainment for thieves?

[ashyperfume]

If you're no thief of personal information, why are you here? Shouldn't the fact that this was made private in the first place be of some hint?

[ashyperfume]

Oh, a gentleman thief.

[ashyperfume]

Gentlemen don't hack. And they know when things aren't their goddamn business.

Get out. Get out.