text • sixteenth reflection

[sweeperesque]

fell off a building. don't freak out.

broke my leg. don't fuss.

i can hear you all laughing from my apartment.

no major damage. stable condition, folks. will be inside for a while. talk about boring.

(ice cream and milk donations will be accepted if you bring them over.)

[filtered to Robin]

and where have YOU been, mister?

[ooc: pardon the

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[feelstheaster]

Would you believe me if I told you I got lost in the forest, and had to fight giant seabears to get back to civilization?

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[sweeperesque]

only if you said you don't trust me enough to tell me the truth

in which case I'd go with whatever crazy story you like

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[feelstheaster]

I'm sorry, Saya.

...you mind if I drop by with ice cream and milk?

text; sorry for the extreme late!

[sweeperesque]

don't apologize. i respect your decision! :D

i'd never mind some company and sweets, though~

text; --> action? No worries!

[feelstheaster]

Thanks, Saya.

Then I'm on my way.

text --> action!

[sweeperesque]

the door's unlocked, so let yourself in!

see you soon

[And true to her word, whenever he chooses to come by, the door is open to whoever wants to come in while she's amusing herself in the living room with whatever's on TV.]