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[lastnightswish]

[In a hallway, somewhere between the southern wing and one of the neutral wings, there is a Kanda sitting on the ground, propped unceremoniously against a wall. Her coat is in tatters around her - oh boy, that's going to leave scars, Dressing Room or not - and she's absolutely covered in dried blood.]

[Her eyes are also open, as if staring at the

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[cardio_swindle]

[Who better indeed. He'll even light a cigarette and sit down in the mess near her body. He can be patient.]

[cardio_swindle]

[He gets out another pair of cigarettes, offering her one.]

I'd ask what happened but I think the scene speaks eloquently for itself.

[lastnightswish]

[Doesn't really care that it's a horrible habit, it's calming. Leans forward and takes one from his hand with her teeth - arms are still too jello-y. And she leans back against the wall, waiting for him to light it.]

Are you done yet?

[Being a general ass?]

[cardio_swindle]

[He lights hers--he can be a gentleman--than his own. Leans back and puffs out a smoke ring.]

Hardly. But do speak up if you have something to say.

[lastnightswish]

You're asking for a face in the ground.

[Not right now, though. Right now, cigarette. Then maybe face-pounding.]

[cardio_swindle]

Oh really? Glad to see you're feeling lively already.

[lastnightswish]

[Scowls at him through the cigarette smoke and makes a gesture, as if asking him to come closer.]

[cardio_swindle]

[Nope, not budging.] Yes?

[lastnightswish]

[Smart man. You knew what she was thinking C:]

[Tsks and shucks off her coat. Holy shit, there's so much blood.]

[cardio_swindle]

[He has his moments of insight.]

Not much worth saving there. [He means her coat.]

[lastnightswish]

[Coughs a bit, spitting, and takes a deep breath as she yanks a button off of it. Flipping it toward him?]

... is the fat man... [Nngh]... is the fat man done throwing a temper tantrum?