Twenty-Ninth Reap → Voice

[black_onslaught]

[Okay. The last weekend was a pretty big haze, and that worries Ragna. Mostly because he could swear he recalled it happening around this time last year, but after his discovery today? Who the hell cares. He found something that is totally worth putting everything aside and putting all concentration into it. Which is why this is fully filtered,

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[Voice]

[de_bel_survivor]

[Pinged by the mention of a familiar name.]

...Does she know you're doing this?

[Voice]

[black_onslaught]

Yes. [Blatant lie that is somewhat less of a lie because Noel left the diary out on the couch. Which means it's fair game. Totally.]

[Voice]

[de_bel_survivor]

Right...

[This is Kouki, not believing that for a second.]

[Voice]

[black_onslaught]

Okay then. [What? Ragna doesn't seem trustworthy enough?]

[kakeravoyager]

For a woman, poetry is normally a form of expression that explains the inner most workings of her heart. You clearly don't have permission to read it, so you're breaking into Miss Vermillion's heart.

And here I thought we had nothing in common.

[Bern writes poems too, so she totally knows her stuff.]

[black_onslaught]

[Ragna would feel guilty, but he totally doesn't really care.] I don't see much "inner most workings" in these.

[kakeravoyager]

A witch I know would say 'because you don't have love, you can't see her heart in them'.

Me? I just think it's because you're an idiot.

[black_onslaught]

[He didn't care much for Bern's explanation there until she called him an idiot. So he's going to be a little more aggressive in his response.]

What the hell does selling a bike have to do with any of that!?

[Voice]

[not_meatbuns]

[Hnnngh that's terrible.] Does Miss Vermillion know you're doing this...?

[She has a good feeling she already knows the answer to that.]

[Voice]

[black_onslaught]

[No.] Maybe. [She knows this would happen if she left the diary out, right? That's clearly the case here.]

[Voice]

[not_meatbuns]

Ragna, that really isn't funny. I'm sure she meant for those to be private.

[Because let's face it, it's Noel.]

[Voice]

[black_onslaught]

Hey, I didn't go snooping around for these. [Which obviously means that these totally aren't all that private. Right?]

[Voice]

[catus_carnival]

Tao likes them!

[Voice]

[black_onslaught]

... Do you really?

[Voice]

[catus_carnival]

Uh-huh! They make perfect sense to meow!

[Voice]

[black_onslaught]

... Mind explaining it to me, then?

Voice

[redstringed]

Hm. I am not entirely certain upon which of you this reflects more poorly.

Voice

[black_onslaught]

Go ahead and get it out of your system, everyone else did.

Voice

[redstringed]

If you insist.

*Openly laughing her ass off. Isn't it impressive how she can make a giggle sound derisive?*

Voice

[black_onslaught]

[Okay. He said she could let it out, but he's quickly regretting it. A lot.]