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[twelvemasks]

[--WITH AN UNQUENCHING DESIRE FOR THE FLESH OF THE LIVING.... Now our knight has retreated to the field of stars with the sleeping Fumie in tow. Exhausted, the protector searches desperately for signs of backup, brandishing his bloodied rapier. THEY CANNOT HIDE FOREVER, FOR THE NOSE OF A CHEETAH IS POWERFUL, AND IN THE LAND OF THE DEAD, OUR HEROES

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[contract_star]

[Hei at this point looks incredibly tired, and the dorky glasses he's wearing keep sliding down his nose.]

Minato? What happened to Fumie?

[twelvemasks]

Fell asleep... Those glasses don't fit.

[contract_star]

What do you mean? And did something happen to Sam?

[twelvemasks]

They keep sliding. ...I hope not.

[cyfor]

[YAY FOR BEING AROUND PEOPLE WHO DON'T GET IN HER HEAD.] Nancylocks?

[twelvemasks]

[He'll assume that means Sam and nod.]

[cyfor]

I scared him.

[twelvemasks]

He's been scared by worse.

[twelvemasks]

You hear it too?

[twelvemasks]

[Late tag! :|b]

... After she called, yeah.

[chansondelamort]

Oh, you're looking for Sam? Why is that?

{Pads closer to look at Fumie} Is she alright?

[twelvemasks]

Fumie likes him.

[Nods.] Just tired.

[seventhcoil]

[I AM TAGGING THIS JUST BECAUSE I CAN]

Ah... [stirs and sits up, groggy] what a weird dream...

[twelvemasks]

Dream?

[seventhcoil]

[she blinks] I thought the moon looked strange.

[twelvemasks]

... Hm.