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[dieinnafire]

[this fine evening, at one of the tables in the Mess Hall, Radu is sipping absently from a glass as he reads. Said glass is filled with a dark red liquid...much thicker than wine. It rather looks like blood, and if you get close enough, it also smells like blood

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[eternalsamba]

Do you have any favorites?

[dieinnafire]

Favourites?

[eternalsamba]

Things you enjoy more than others.

[dieinnafire]

I know the definition of the word, Mukuro. I was merely questioning to what you were referencing in your inquiry.

[thedandymancan]

*Peering over his shoulder to see what story it is*

[dieinnafire]

[AT THE MOMENT, it's The Girl Without Hands]

[thedandymancan]

Is this one your favorite one?

[dieinnafire]

I wouldn't be able to tell you until I've read through them all. It is simply how far I've gotten in the book.

[pellameno]

Those were definitely not originally intended for children.

[dieinnafire]

Indeed, they are rather gruesome for children's tales.

[pellameno]

How do you find them?

[dieinnafire]

Fascinating.

[athousandandnun]

Good evening.

[dieinnafire]

Ah, Countess. Good evening.

[athousandandnun]

[gestures at the table] May I?

[dieinnafire]

Certainly, it would be a pleasure. Have you had the Water of Life yet, today?

[a_bit_unstaple]

[Quietly trying to skim from my peripheral vision. Hay sup.]

[dieinnafire]

[...]

[a_bit_unstaple]

Don't you think you're a little too old for those kinds of stories?

[dieinnafire]

[chuckles]

Am I? They're quite interesting.