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1123 Taylor Road

[ It was 12:43 pm when Stocking woke up in Mayfield. Sleeping in late was one of her favorite things in the world, and waking her up early usually resulted in kicks and punches

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[klavierkavalier]

[Austria, dozing in an armchair, woke up to vulgarity. Charming. He stood up, looked over the girl.]

Excuse me? I do not suppose any of your questions will be answered if you continue to phrase them so crudely.

[tranches]

[ Stare. Stare. Stare. ]

Where am I?

[klavierkavalier]

1123 Taylor Road.

[Always best to be exceedingly literal.]

[tranches]

And that is where?

Is it anywhere near Dante City?

[klavierkavalier]

Mayfield.

I have no idea.

[Short and sharp.]

[tranches]

Okay. And why am I here, in this house with you, a crazy girl, and a teenager who wants to talk to me all rude and such?

[klavierkavalier]

I am hardly the person you should be asking, considering several days ago I was in the same position as you. [He lets out a labored sigh.] I can, however, assure you that this is not a temporary state. It seems we will be here for some time.

[tranches]

No way! Now where am I going to find all my fucking favorite cakes?!! My Eclairs, my puddings, my mochi, my cookies, my lemon pies-

Ah fucking hell! I'm in hell! No more sweets!!

[ Brb while trying to tear off clothing. ]

And this clothing-

Tacky!! Like the mother fucking French or them fucking Africans!

[klavierkavalier]

[This outburst seems to momentarily stun him. He recovers, eventually.]

I am not certain, but I imagine the ingredients for such things can be acquired.

[Then she tries to pull off her clothes, and he quickly rushes forward to try and stop her doing just that.]

I would prefer 'tacky', whatever that is, over this most indecent disp - watch your language!! [The curses actually seem to make him physically wince.]

[tranches]

Eh?

Why should I? What are you my father?

[ She stops trying to take off her clothing and smiles at him. ]

Better faggot?

[klavierkavalier]

Certainly not! Despite the obvious dissimilarities, any child of mine would know how to behave with taste.

[He stares back.]

I beg your pardon?

[tranches]

Then why the fuck am I in pictures with you? Kissing you and shit? Sorry but I don't go that far on the first date.

YOU HEARD ME FAGGOT!

[klavierkavalier]

[He hasn't looked at the new pictures, but it comes as no surprise to him.] Those pictures are completely fictitious.

I haven't the slightest idea what that word means, young lady! Keep you nonsense to yourself.

[tranches]

They better be.

You what-

[ The first thing that comes to mind is to protect the innocence-

But Stocking isn't that kind of person so she's going to lie. ]

Nonsense? Dude that word means...um..

Handsome yeah.

[ If he believes her its going to be a free card to call him faggot whenever she wanted to. ]

1/2

[klavierkavalier]

Oh, I see -

2/2

[klavierkavalier]

[This place has gotten to his head. Why would such a foul-mouthed young lady be calling him handsome?]

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Liar.