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[In a courtyard somewhere near you, a very happy Jasdero is hand-washing bloodstained laundry. There's happy, almost everyone has that emotion. And then there's almost-glowing ridiculously happy. The kind of happy that leads people to write mushy songs. Or write silly stories. Or sing aloud. The kind of happy that's infectious, and means that

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*Walking over.* There you are, I wondered where you went.

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[He nuzzles slightly, and keeps washing. Moments later, the sheets and clothes are ready for the line.]

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*... That means he has to move, doesn't it.*

Do you need help getting those up?

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Dero needs help! Hee!! Otherwise the sheet will get dirty again!

[blackrecords]

You have a point... *Getting up, then.*

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[Gets up too, ready to get the chore finished so he can spend more time having fun with Devit.]