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Messages - IamanElfCollaborator

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13576
;-;

13577
no
u do it

13578
"If you like, I can give you a tour after work."

13579
wot about idou
huh
huh

13580
"It was, wasn't it? Good old times."

13581
"Probably, knowing me."
"He looks like a lost puppy."

13582
"Sandra....we were all scared. What, do you think fighting for the fate of the world's just something you do?"
Hikari approaches Sandra.

13583
Lieselotte is completely oblivious.

Kina sighs.
"Guy's whipped, isn't he."

13584
lieselotte/zack/minako

13585
now to torment alan with lieselotte/alan being sunk and raised simultaneously



i still ship lieselotte/minako

13586
"She's from here, like most of us."

13587
she dies
Haruka wheels up to her.
"Welcome to the Arcadia Paradise cafè, how may I help you?"

"It's why he's got the glove. The bear got him pretty good."
Kina muses.
"Then again, I might be wrong. None of us except the boss really know Lies that well."

13588
yey

13589
"Shinji Furukawa. Small-time mangaka. The guy fought a bear off with one hand, would you believe it?"

13590
The cafè's interior seems larger than the building on the outside. The furniture seems quite plain, but tasteful, with round tables and metal chairs with floral backrests. A TV is mounted over the glass counter at the back of the room, behind which stands a girl with auburn hair kept under a blue headband, who seems to be rapping on the counter with her fingers.

At the counter is sat a woman with red hair bound in a ponytail, poring over a notebook of some sort, in a brown leather coat with a small pen tucked upon her ear, facing away from the front. A man sits near the front of the cafè, scribbling furiously at a notepad with what appears to be a storyboard, adjusting his glasses and slicking back his black hair. In the corner, a black-haired woman seems to glower at everyone else, with what appears to be a translucent black leotard and tights, the only concession to modesty being a thin metal breastplate. Finally, sitting on a table beside the illustrator is a blonde woman with hair done up in curls, dressed in a white blouse and short brown skirt. She seems to be enjoying a cup of tea, oblivious to the newcomers.

Judging by the lack of particular attention being paid by the waitresses to them, they all seem to be regulars.
Is what Momon sees.

"Well, they always hang out together."
Kina motions to the black-haired man doing some illustrating.

It is currently March 1, 20XX. Oh, and there's a bus station that can take you out of town and back, literally just about ten minutes on foot.

Well.

That was anticlimatic.

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