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[mymastersarm]

[The journal picks up the voice of a teenage boy- one that might sound slightly familiar, albeit with a French accent- along with the sound of fast-paced footsteps. ‘He’ is obviously talking to himself.]

This is-

This is mad. This isn’t possible.

…I don’t have time for this!

[Robin, dressed in her long Exorcist coat (which is unrecognizable

Comments

dictated;

[daddyhost]

You have to come to the club now! Something... terrible has happened.

also... dictated...

[mymastersarm]

...

...

...Excuse me?

dictated... i'm so sorry

[daddyhost]

[Hissed down the journals, as though this is a massive secret conspiracy.]

The bananas are out to get me... please come.

dictated 4evar... don't be akghakhg

[mymastersarm]

[...]

Um.

...What?

sobbb

[daddyhost]

Just... come to the Host Club.

[mymastersarm]

I... don't know what that is.

[daddyhost]

ALLEN!

[mymastersarm]

...Robin. I'm not Allen, my name is Robin.

[daddyhost]

. . . ?

[mymastersarm]

...Ah...

[Pauuuuse] ...Sorry for the confusion. I don't think I'll be able to help you with your... problem, though.

[daddyhost]

You're not... Allen?

[He'll get it in a minute.]

[mymastersarm]

Yes, that's right.