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[head_downstairs]

[Today in the fabled center of camp there are two siblings forced on a chair behind a desk. There are lots and lots of forms and pens on the desk, and above them there is a giant banner reading:

LOOKING FOR BOYFRIENDS
Please read all the necessary requirements before applying.If you were to pick up one of the sheets of paper, you would read the

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[runstowardsfire]

[Is this how they do it in other places? :|a]

*has read the paper*

. . . What's a "t-sundere"?

[kepthishead]

I don't know! But whatever it is, I'm not going to like it.

[runstowardsfire]

. . . I see.

*observes the paper tearing*

I'm guessing that you don't want this paper?

[kepthishead]

Definitely not!

[runstowardsfire]

*turns some sheets over--ah, printed on one side only*

Can I take them then?

[kepthishead]

For what?

[runstowardsfire]

I need a notebook for the butter and cheese I'm making. If I bind these up and use only the unprinted side, I can make quite a thick book.

[kepthishead]

Just ask for a notebook! You don't need to collect this!

[runstowardsfire]

I trade for things I want unless someone is throwing them out.

[kepthishead]

Fine! I'll trade you a notebook in exchange for you not taking the paper.

[runstowardsfire]

. . . All right, but the paper might as well be put to better use. Like for lighting fires.

[kepthishead]

I'll put it to another use. I just don't want it out where I can't see who else is reading it.

[runstowardsfire]

. . . Your name isn't printed on the paper, right?

[kepthishead]

That's not the point! There's enough here for someone to identify Vanessa and I.

[runstowardsfire]

Really now? You must be very well-known then.

[kepthishead]

Decapitation is how my family died. It's an unusual method of death, so anyone who knows that would know instantly that this refers to Vanessa and I!