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[madmugenskillz]

Shit...

It's fucking stronger this time.

But... it doesn't compare...

No, it doesn't compare at all...

...to the sweetness I felt when my blade sank into your throat.

Stupid blood.

[[strikes somewhat legible.]]

Comments

[makerofeden]

Yuu?

[madmugenskillz]

What, sir?

[makerofeden]

Why don't you, Daisya and Miss Lenalee go do something together. I saw a nice shop you might like...

((ooc: trying to distract everyone.))

[madmugenskillz]

...I suppose so.

[makerofeden]

And we can leave the journals at home, if someone needs us, I am sure our golems might work...

[madmugenskillz]

Noir...

[makerofeden]

And I am sure Lenalee and Daisya would love to be with you.

[madmugenskillz]

...

NO!!!

[makerofeden]

You three can go to a pub together. Without the journals...I'll try and catch up later.