ten cups of tea -- (Audio)
[An irritated- almost worried- feminine grunt is the first thing heard to those listening. Seems Filia had intentions of using her communicator before a certain guest arrived at her and Lina's doorstep, bloodied and black.]
Really now... getting yourself hurt.
[A sigh.]
Listen, I don't care how much you 'enjoy' the feeling of your body failing on you, but-
[The words pause, and a sense of tension fills all around.]
I... I won't sink to your level, so... come in, sit down, and I'll see what I can do.
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Don't you laugh, you raw garbage! There's nothing funny about this!