TWENTY-SEVEN : For the glory of...

[wristsniper]

[Olivier has been listening in for a few hours; pretend it's morning. She's answered the door when called to, and despite being CRABBY about not having her stuff, she's remained calm.

She was also assigned to make beet salads for every factory picnic. WHAT.]Well

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[kimitoaruiteku]

Have you seen my brother...? Or May...?

[wristsniper]

Not yet. ...I take it you have not, either. Perhaps they're at school.

[kimitoaruiteku]

I hope they're all right...

[wristsniper]

I'll look out for them when I see them. It's been a busy day, to say the least.

[kimitoaruiteku]

You can say that again.

[wristsniper]

What job do you do?

[kimitoaruiteku]

It's... not important. [Just doesn't want to tell her.]

[wristsniper]

If you want any beet salad, you can come to our place.

[Translation: Come let me protect you like a good little Elric, sigh.]

[kimitoaruiteku]

Thank you. [Will probably show up there later hoping to find his brother. Will probably be sick after having to clean out dismembered limbs from the beet shredder. Best job in the world. Here's hoping he doesn't lose any limbs himself!]

[wristsniper]

Of course, comrade.

[...Why is his life so traumatic. :<]

[kimitoaruiteku]

[The funny thing is, mun had no say in the trauma whatsoever this time. I love the mods.]