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[lemon_jiffy]

Its a hotbed of crime, this mansion. He stands still, like a fly on a wallpaper, just looking, his eyes watching, his ears listening; nothing could get by O'Leary. He's on top of his game, he's -

Oh, there was no need for that. "I'm a writer, not a detective!" O'Leary said aloud.

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[mancalledspade]

T: ...dammit, Jim!

*cough*

[cat_inthe_sun]

T: Also, I've noted;Sam has found both O'Leary and Mosca Mye in the past few weeks. And HOW long has be been looking for the BOTH of them? lol. oh, Sam.

[mancalledspade]

T: The Mansion is, in fact, conspiring to give him a nervous breakdown. ^__^

[lemon_jiffy]

T: Awww *loves Spade* Don't worry, dude. Its hard to be a detective in a place that makes no logical sense whatsoever. You need a nap.

[revmother_livia]

"Thank Christ. One of those is about all I can deal with."

T: Sorry about tagging in so late. I was doing that thing, you know?

[lemon_jiffy]

O'Leary looked startled as someone jerked him from his thoughts and he turned to see Livia.

"Oh. Hello. I was just - hello, Livia."

T: That thing, eh? ;) XD np, man.

[revmother_livia]

"Talking to yourself, I heard. Hello, O'Leary."

T: You know, that thing? Oh well. XD

[lemon_jiffy]

"Oh. Yes. I do that," he said with an embarassed shrug. "Don't we all?" he added hopefully.