III. The Third Day

[enviousmath]

[Kyrie has been outside. But if you see her outside (or rather, if you dare to come out) you will see her holding a shotgun, firmly gripped in her hands. As if she had used it before, countless times. She knows the dangers of the post office, but frankly a gun is going to be more useful than anything else right now. Nothing seems to be missing from

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[tsundorapettan]

Che- Ah, alright. Got it, Kyrie oba-san. I'll stay inside until those hazmat guys leave.

[tsundorapettan]

I could've sworn you did.

[enviousmath]

You must have been imagining things.

[tsundorapettan]

I don't know. Are you sure you didn't say anything like that...?

[enviousmath]

Would I lie to you? [Yes. But shhh lets not tell her pure maiden niece that auntie has a loaded gun.]

[tsundorapettan]

...Well- [ she would answer that question with 'yes', but she doesn't have the guts to ;u; besides, as far as she's concerned, auntie doesn't remember me killing her and the tricking she did of me that happened beforehand, and that she didn't in fact only forget that now ] I guess not!