[ZZZZZZZZT. The communicator vibrates off the table upon being touched, its owner having recoiled from being shocked. Bakura leans over and picks it up, placing it upright and back to where it rested before. A small switchblade occupies his other hand. As predicted, a light shower drizzles outside, seen through the window and heard through the
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She hadn't noticed him before; perhaps too involved with what she was doing (putting books away upside down) but the noise catches her attention. The little vampire wanders between the bookshelves to investigate, followed by the tinkling, chiming sound of her wings.]
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Ah.. Is that you, Miss Flandre?
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Bakura! When did you get here?
[She practically skips out between the bookshelves.]
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[he picks up his knife again, looking to scratch another name into it.]
Only a few hours. Since the rain started, actually.
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[Let's...not mention the events that transpired beforehand that Dark!Bakura was absolutely not involved in!]
What are you doing?
[The knife makes her pause--though it didn't look enough like a scalpel to elicit further reaction.]
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Oh... I'm carving the names of people here that have left.
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[With a flutter of her wings--flight still worked--Flandre floats up over the table in question, tracing the letters with her fingers.
She hadn't seen Riful's name yet, though.]
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[a pause as he observes her wings. so pretty *_* and wants to know how they work, but isn't sure if flandre would know either.]
Ah... Do you know any other names that should be here? [Mostly consists of the ones mentioned thus far, as well as the names of those on his terribly outdated CR page that have left.]
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