Storybook Seven; [written/drawn/voice too I guess]

[redroseprince]

[This is Jennifer. Jennifer needs to exist somehow. As of late, she's been rather terrified of leaving her room since her return from the Malnosso's clutches, though she will creep out in order to let Brown walk around the town every so often.

But today, anyone leafing through their journal may notice a series of childish drawings over several

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[Voice]

[moonlightoutlaw]

I think it needs work. I don't really connect to the precious little girl at all.

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[redroseprince]

[Have an extremely surprised gasp once your voice makes it through to her.]

[Voice] 2/2

[redroseprince]

I...I'm sorry. I don't like it either.

[Voice]

[moonlightoutlaw]

Maybe you should try something with a little more action next time.

[standsonhands]

Then what happened?

[redroseprince]

U-um...

...Nothing very happy.

[standsonhands]

Oh... then why are you reading it?

[redroseprince]

...Someone gives them to me.

[Voice]

[smoking_space]

[Poor Jennifer. She's never going to want to leave her place ever again after this. But have another gruff, rough voice, after the sound of a match being struck.]

Don' listen t'that jackass, he got his brains lasered out.

[Voice]

[redroseprince]

[She appears to be attracting intimidating men today.]

O-oh, um...I didn't mind. It...it's not a very pleasant story, after all...

[Voice]

[smoking_space]

[At least this one's not about to run over any precious little kittens in front of her.]

Doesn' mean you've gotta listen to 'im. Probably stood too damn close t'one of those rockets'r somethin'. It's yer story.

[Much as he doesn't really care for it (at all), it's the girl's, after all.]

[Voice]

[redroseprince]

[Jennifer vehemently denies taking any part in this story. She was just dictating.]

N-no! It's not mine!

[voice]

[sanzu_watashi]

[Have yet another gruff, rough voice. This one's female, but it might be a little hard to tell. ...You're on a roll today, Jennifer.]

Hell of a thing to just share with the whole damn town, lady.

[voice]

[redroseprince]

[Oh god why.]

I-I'm sorry! I...I wasn't thinking.

[She wasn't. In truth, she didn't even remember drawing the thing.]

[voice]

[sanzu_watashi]

Goddamn, what're you apologizing for? S'fine.

...Might want to warn people or something next time you draw shit like that, though.

[voice]

[redroseprince]

[Oh, but she's still quite certain you're angry with her.]

I...I didn't mean to upset anyone. I'll...I'll take them out.

[outwalks]

Are these stories you've written, or stories you remember?

[redroseprince]

...It was the first storybook they gave me.

[outwalks]

Your mother and father?

[redroseprince]

N-no...

...It was called The Aristocrat Club. But, um...I think Mr. Wilson made them.