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[vivememorleti]

FALSE ALARM!

The handsome genius Urahara Kisuke is dropping out of the race. I can't last! I'm throwing in the towel! Quit! Give in! Fall by the wayside! Chuck up the sponge! Give up the ghost!

I know I can't win, I'm not crazy. One strong candidate is an incumbent, who did a decent job at what she did, and will get the votes of those

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[rig]

After all that fuss.

[vivememorleti]

But I'll bet I get more customers this way.

[rig]

What sort of logic is that?

[vivememorleti]

NOT LOGIC! GENIUS!

[championess]

................................................what.

[vivememorleti]

I just can't win, Arisawa-san. So I quit!

[championess]

...I don't buy it.

[vivememorleti]

That I can't win? Such faith, Arisawa-san.

I think I love you.

[omgkeigo]

You are so weird.

[vivememorleti]

I could show you how weird I am, Asano-san. ♥

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[omgkeigo]

[omgkeigo]

BACK, FOUL DEMON OF THE TINY HEARTS! BACK, I SAY!

[sideralis]

...ah.

[vivememorleti]

Heart attack, Kuchiki-san? Kurosaki-san's employer Jones-san could help you with that.

[sideralis]

Kurosaki Ichigo... works?

[sideralis]

That will not be necessary.

I do not presume to understand whatever you are plotting.

[sciencedaughter]

... false alarm?

[vivememorleti]

False alarm, Kurotsuchi-san. On the city's part, after all.

I've heard them whispering. ♥

[sciencedaughter]

Whispering.

[vivememorleti]

Actually, if I'm honest, they were telling me I wasn't fit for the job to my face.

So at least I can give them that.