[The feed clicks on with Laharl out gathering food, shoving impossible amounts of the stuff into his shorts' pockets, though the material never stretches around the contents once the object clears the pocket's hem.]
Oy, Flonne, I'm gonna be going exploring with a f--er--acquaintance of mine in a couple weeks or so. Do me a favor and do not wake
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Let me find a bag for you. Oh... and please leave some behind for safekeeping.
Eh? Where are you going so suddenly? Though... I don't really mind staying behind, but... are you sure that you don't want me to tag along? It might be safer that way.
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I can fit my sword in there as well as all our other equipment. They're magical pockets. Where the hell do you think I kept all the junk we accumulated?
Yea, I'm sure. We'll be fine. Trust me. This guy is as good with a sword as me.
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I never really thought about it before. Your pockets never seem to bulge out or anything!
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Though, may I ask who "this guy" is?
This is the first time that I've heard about you preparing to go on a journey with someone else.
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Tall dude, white hair, has a thing for the bondage look, and a sword that insinuates he's compensating more than mine does.
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Hah...
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But, um... the cleaning... and a few weeks...
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I might not be able to hold myself back.
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Okay, fine, you can dust and sweep. But don't move, anything. I have stuff just the way I want them in there... ...no thanks to you...
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Oh, thank you so much! I'll be sure to keep my end of the bargain, so you can just leave everything to me.
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Why is she so damn happy... ...at least she's here...
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