[just a gauntlet of mistletoe so they can 100% the curse roulette, new playstation trophy unlocked
She leads him in with furtive glances and a hurried step. No one's lingering in the common areas, that's good. It's a very small building and it doesn't have scads of tenants. Less witnesses. And also, less people she has to expose to this guy.
On the other hand, less witnesses. Fukawa gulps. If a girl is murdered alone in the woods...]
It was w-way worse last week. [Ups and downs. She'd honestly gotten scared this time. It seems to come back with a vengeance every iteration, and she's worried. If they don't find a cure soon, is there going to be a lemon tree sprouting out of her guts? How far will this insanity progress?] They b-better get their asses moving on that cure already. Otherwise we might have a real p-plague on our hands.
[She takes him up a flight of stairs and quietly creeps into her shared flat. Lottie is responsible for most of the feminine touches, though Fukawa bullied in a few decorative flowers here and there. There are also several books littering the coffee table, and a bag of empty tissue boxes by the door. They're due to be recycled any day now.
She turns to Sasuke with a frown. Not that she could mistake his crap for anything her and Lottie might own, but you never know:]
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She leads him in with furtive glances and a hurried step. No one's lingering in the common areas, that's good. It's a very small building and it doesn't have scads of tenants. Less witnesses. And also, less people she has to expose to this guy.
On the other hand, less witnesses. Fukawa gulps. If a girl is murdered alone in the woods...]
It was w-way worse last week. [Ups and downs. She'd honestly gotten scared this time. It seems to come back with a vengeance every iteration, and she's worried. If they don't find a cure soon, is there going to be a lemon tree sprouting out of her guts? How far will this insanity progress?] They b-better get their asses moving on that cure already. Otherwise we might have a real p-plague on our hands.
[She takes him up a flight of stairs and quietly creeps into her shared flat. Lottie is responsible for most of the feminine touches, though Fukawa bullied in a few decorative flowers here and there. There are also several books littering the coffee table, and a bag of empty tissue boxes by the door. They're due to be recycled any day now.
She turns to Sasuke with a frown. Not that she could mistake his crap for anything her and Lottie might own, but you never know:]
Wh-what does this sword look like?