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[savagestatic]

[Has been defabricated...! Luckily, she was home at the time, and now is looking very peeved-off and wearing nothing but a bedsheet, kthx]

Who do I have to blame for this?

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[firebranded]

[can't really express how relieved he is that he didn't see Larxene naked]

If I told you, would you gut him?

[firebranded]

You're here, aren't you? And look, you've managed to have a whole conversation with me without throwing a fit.

Except it's not going to happen.

[savagestatic]

That wasn't my fault. It was yours. You let the witch out.

Not one for bargaining, Axel?

[firebranded]

Sure sure~

I'm waiting for a good offer.

[savagestatic]

We had plans, Axel.

...I do not want to make you breakfast.

[firebranded]

And I had orders. No hard feelings~

Lunch is fine, too.

[savagestatic]

It's unnerving to think you can dismiss this so easily.

I am not making you lunch, either.

[firebranded]

The Organization's dead, gone, and popping up in Template to get naked. If you people behave, I'll behave.

How about a cake?

[savagestatic]

I find that hard to believe.

A cake... Perhaps.

[firebranded]

Your lack of faith wounds me. Really.

Larxene the baker. Never thought I'd see the day.

[savagestatic]

Oh, I'm sure it does.

I think it's got a rather nice ring to it, don't you?

[firebranded]

You look happy about it.

Should I worry that my cake is going to have knives in it?

[savagestatic]

Maybe I am.

Knives are much too conspicuous when it come to cakes. Arsenic is the way to go.