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[roughsjustice]

[ Klavier is seated somewhere convenient in the mess hall. He has a cup of coffee next to him, and apple pie!! In front of him is a sign that says:

TALK TO ME IN THE NAME OF FORENSIC SKYENCE!!!
Go talk to him! ]

((Gonna stop tagging for now! Will tag both old and new when I get enough rest!))

Comments

[reach_within]

Okay, I'm pretty sure that doesn't actually count as a word.

[reach_within]

No offense, but if you're really supposed to be a prosecutor, the cover's... kinda weird.

[roughsjustice]

There's no dress code.

[reach_within]

Maybe there should be.

[roughsjustice]

What's wrong with my clothes? Time passes, and the once cool bowties, or cravats have expired.

[reach_within]

I don't care if it's the future. Purple jackets are totally tacky.

[roughsjustice]

A lot of screaming ladies seem to like it.

[reach_within]

You might wanna re-evaluate why they're screaming.

[roughsjustice]

They're fangirls.

[reach_within]

... Uh... huh.

[roughsjustice]

It's true.

[reach_within]

Detective Skye didn't mention the part where you were delusional.

[roughsjustice]

I forgot to mention that I have a band, back at home. It brings in fans from all over the place.

[theskyenceguy]

Don't talk to him.

[reach_within]

Next time you might wanna be quicker with the warning.

[theskyenceguy]

Glimmerous fop.