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[_blackface_]

I know how to blow things up.

Typist: Mother's Younger Brother from Ragtime by E. L. Doctorow. And we'll just say... in death people, er... get their hearing back. Or something.

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[rainbowjehan]

*ATTACKPOUNCE*

....

*innocent smile* From her seat in the front row of the... er... we'll get back to that... Soujin would watch Younger Brother and... er... all right, let's admit that Soujin can't remember this well enough, but...

Soujin was in Love with Younger Brother!

[suziedetournay]

Oh my. Well, please don't blow up my home. I rather like it there.

[_blackface_]

I would never blow up a lady's house.

[suziedetournay]

Oh, thank you, Monsieur. I am glad to hear that. *curtsies* I am Suzanne de Tournay.

[_blackface_]

It is a pleasure to meet you. *gives a little bow*

[ronniesoak]

*sneer* You do? I think I like you.

[_blackface_]

Yes, I do. I can make bombs and fix guns also.

[ronniesoak]

*smirk* Is that all?

[_blackface_]

What do you mean?

[elegancewithin]

Do you? How lovely. I know how to stab things.

[_blackface_]

Do you make swords and knives? I make fireworks.

[elegancewithin]

I don't, actually. Just deal with them often. *crooked grin*

[_blackface_]

Why is that?

[willwork4souls]

Do you, now.

[_blackface_]

Yes.