// 035. [video]
[Sitting at a small table inside the shop, a small smudge of flour on her nose. A small glass terrarium sits on the tabletop, and with three brightly colored butterflies inside. (Two pink, one teal if you're looking.)]
Just an eff-why-eye that Elric and Summers Muffin Alchemy Incorporated is fully incorporational again. I mean operationalFor those ( Read more... )
Just an eff-why-eye that Elric and Summers Muffin Alchemy Incorporated is fully incorporational again. I mean operationalFor those ( Read more... )
{sigh}
Don't wet yourself, I won't be bothering your business, dear.
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My profound apologies.
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Rain check on bludgeoning you with your own beak, then! …Or other things, if suit your fancy. Lots o' uses for pointed things. I've got some pals who taught me the darndest tricks.
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Anyway, sorry Dawny, this isn't my channel.
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{bahaha}
That's right. Goodbye. Pleasure to meet you again.
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...uh. You can say whatever you want. You don't have to be sorry.
[And Malfatto does? How much of a line separates them, really? Whoa thoughts she does not want to have.]
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[Private to Dawn]
But if either of us 's going to, let me, okay? Calling semi-guardian-y prerogative, here.
Mostly to deprive him of getting to play any sort of game with you. Even knowing you hate him might be his idea of… something… gameish.
[Spike has some idea of how that works.]
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That guy. That man that I...
...it should have been him.
I wouldn't be sorry.
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Wait til Ezio solo lupos your sorry ass off a roof and then we'll see who's wetting themselves.
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