I am prepared to honor your request to see the calamity. If you have the time today, kindly meet me outside of the city's northernmost gate within the next three hours, otherwise we can discuss a different timing later.
Thanks for getting back to me. I'm free now, so it's a date! I'll head right over.
Regards, Claude
[...And after that brief message, he can be found about half an hour later waiting at the gate. He's not entirely sure what to expect, so he's armed with a blade sheathed at his hip, but he otherwise looks as relaxed as ever.]
[ Unfortunately, with Arthur out on tasks with Celliwig, getting back to the request for an audience had taken a little more time than it may have otherwise. Things are busy, but Arthur is certainly not against hearing any ideas and input, particularly from fellow leaders. Regardless of newer tradition, Arthur is used to an older set of ways, and a prince and duke are cause for discussion over feast rather than within the realms of a throne room. After initially introducing himself and hearing out their official introductions from officials, Arthur greets them after their arrival is announced and comes to walk with them to the dining hall. ]
My chefs have prepared a dinner of roasted mallard and onion sauce that promises to be worth the trip. I trust your travels were safe?
[ There's a room prepared for them if they stay and drink, too. Back in Arthurian times, travel was much more extensive, so a stay was always expected and prepared for anyone with noble or royal blood who had shown themselves allies. He won't require them to, however. ]
[Claude understands the reasons for the wait, and he's been the picture of good cheer since their arrival, even if he's not quite so formal as the knightly king and prince he has for dining company.] I can't complain! It was hardly a long journey, and if there's dinner at the end of it, all the better.
[Certainly the fact they're all based in Camelot is a lot more useful, when comparatively, visiting Dimitri's kingdom would take at least a few weeks of travel -- more if there was severe snow. All the same, he won't turn away any hospitality from Arthur where it's offered, either.]
Remember the last time we had a feast together, Dimitri? This really brings me back to the good old days.
[The day after this interaction, Lizzie approaches Claude in the living area of their shared treehouse and flops down across from where he's sitting.]
Good afternoon, friend.
[Everything about her, from her posture to her smile to her tone of voice, carries an affectation of casualness that doesn't require much effort to see through. Subtle, this one is not.]
I hear you had a rough day yesterday. How are you feeling?
[Claude's usually one to keep himself busy during the day, but right now he's keeping a low profile by staying out of the city, and resting to make sure his sounds are fully healed. He's lounging with his wyvern familiar snoozing on his chest, scrolling through his phone, when Lizzie addresses him.]
Oh -- hey. [He sits up, shifting his wyvern slightly, who just grumbles a little in protest before going back to sleep.] Much better, I think. Thanks for, um... letting me stick around.
[ she had been faintly curious about figures and locales related to this place having reflections in the folklore and history of other worlds. it had occurred to her then that the possibility existed of other worlds having some similar echoes in others. so, out of curiosity, she'd begun trying to cross-reference certain words and variations at the library, and her brows had certainly gone up the further she went on this little personal project.
it may not mean anything. but it's certainly interesting, she thinks. ]
I've done some digging, and other worlds seem to have some echoes of home. Or we have echoes of other places? Just like the legends of King Arthur in some other worlds. I don't know what it means, but it's interesting.
It first started when I wondered about Excalibur. That sword is the reason we're all in this mess to begin with, so I figured it was safe to assume at least some of its properties are similar to the Sword of the Creator. I saw the kind of things you were able to do with it in the Sealed Forest, just like the calamity threatening to tear the worlds apart.
Interestingly, my own Hero's Relic shares the name of a bow wielded by one of Arthur's knights. There are other things too, but they stood out to me the most. Did you turn up anything interesting?
[ Horus hasn't particularly grasped any form of using the network just yet, so he's taken to something that may be a lost art in the modern day: asking around town to find someone. He knows a name and description and is social enough to handle charming people well enough to help him out. Thankfully, Claude is attractive and people tend to remember seeing attractive people, so it doesn't take him too long to track him down. He doesn't actually know what Claude is up to as he ends up catching up to him while he's walking somewhere, running to catch up to him and lightly smacking his arm when he does catch up. ]
[Claude's returning from one of his favourite haunts -- the library -- when he hears someone running up behind him. He glances over his shoulder and nearly jumps out of his skin when the person is both running at him and lightly smacking him on the arm.]
Gah! [He'd already been reaching for the sword at his hip instinctively, but he relaxes when he realises who it is.] Horus, what are you doing?
Flayn has been a little worried about Claude ever since Lizzie and Blaze disappeared. He’s all alone in the treehouse now, and if there’s one thing Flayn understands well, it’s how it feels to be all alone.
So one day she shows up with two fishing poles and a picnic basket, climbing the stairs and knocking on the door.
Claude won't admit it, but it has been lonely, letting himself get close to people who had been there for him since he arrived, only to have them suddenly taken away. He's been dealing with it the best way he knows how -- keeping his mind busy and staying in mischief -- but it's still more time alone than what he'd become accustomed to.
The first sign he's around is the white wyvern that peeks over the roof where she'd been sunning herself, watching Flayn with golden eyes and letting out a little trill as a greeting. Claude answers the door soon after, surprised.
She didn't come out for breakfast but I don't think she's here? But Dorte's gone as well and she didn't clean his stall, she wouldn't leave his stall a mess like that if there wasn't an emergency I can't get in touch herphnenumberisn-
[Not only text but text he's allowed his grammar to fall apart on.... and eventually his ability to type in the first place.]
[One afternoon shortly after Marianne's disappearance Claude will find a letter slid under his door, folded neatly and addressed in elegant calligraphy, complete with a wax seal closure with a familiar rose, Lorenz' first act of business as Count Gloucester having been to change the crest his father used to his own personal seal.]
Good Evening My Love,
I've no doubt you are wondering why in the world I'd be writing a to you so formally when we are so near and able to speak so easily here. There is something about the formality of it that allows me to structure my thoughts in a way that is more concise and intelligible than I am able to compose face to face. Most especially in your presence when your every smile is enough to scatter my thoughts to the wind.
I have been thinking about what we discussed just the other day, of conventions and how poorly you concede to them. I believe there may be ways to work around that particular point. Perhaps not so easily dismissed as you might prefer but a way to find some middle ground as it were. As you said that night, you are capable of plenty of middle meeting when you put your mind to it.
I am well aware how little you like being forthcoming about your plans but, in this one instance, I believe it would help me a great deal. I make no claims of the logic of it but removing the opportunity to second guess whether boundaries have been crossed or if one has over stepped would, I think, remove some significant portion of that which troubles me.
There are, of course, expectations and standards that I do not often realize I am holding but given a chance to recognize them and that they are foolish notions before my sense of logic is cast into the chaos I so often find myself enveloped in when in your arms. I believe it would help to prevent the derailment of those things which I dare not name even in this letter, though I intend to deliver it to you directly.
I can make no guarantees that I will be comfortable with your suggestions immediately but I strongly believe I will be more comfortable if I have a chance to consider such things first.
Similarly, while I know it is as natural to you as breathing, I fear that when I am already actively trying to convince myself that I haven't done something wrong, that setting aside restrictions that have been a part of my life is not going to bring ruin down upon us both (yes, I understand it's nonsense but knowing it to be foolish does not easily sway the heart to relinquish such fears)... I'm afraid in such circumstances the teasing that I know is meant to be affectionate in some way (and infuriating in others) is perhaps too much.
I do not mean to genuinely discourage you, maddening though it is there is also an endearing sort of quality to it. (Do not expect me to repeat such a thing ever again.) I merely ask that in those circumstances perhaps gentle your wicked tongue.
You needn't respond to this letter if you do not wish to, or you may simply call me if that is your preference. I am ever eager to hear from you but I do not wish to monopolize your time.
[Claude reads the letter and rereads it a few times, and it's only when he's satisfied he's understood the gist of it that he sends a voice response -- not video, since apparently that might prove too distracting for poor Lorenz.]
Hey Lorenz, thanks for writing to me. I read your fancy letter. So to summarise -- you, um, want to know what my 'plans' are? And you want me to tone down the teasing?
I can do the second thing no problem, but in regards to the first, what 'plans' are you talking about? If you mean about us, that's something we decide together, not something I'm secretly devising on my own... Though I suppose I can see why you would think that way.
Anyway! We can talk about it now, or you can take the time to think about it and write to me again? Your call.
[He's a little put out by this way of communicating, but if it's how Lorenz is comfortable expressing his thoughts, he'll roll with it.]
[He tried to insist that Claude didn't need to come out and help him. That he could just keep an eye out as requested.
Of course he's appreciative of the assistance and, even if it is awful and cold, he's glad to have Claude with him. So much so that, once the other man arrives, he takes a moment to just pull him into an embrace, holding him close and basking in his presence. A soft, bashful sort of smile, before he nods towards the woods ahead.
If nothing else the snow means that, until he gets into the cover of trees, Safrano's tracks are easy enough to follow.]
I'd rather hoped that I'd be able to keep the other calm and encourage at least some to follow Safrano. Encourage their herd instincts, you understand.
I wasn't prepared for......... what's been done to them.
[Claude returns the embrace as Lorenz offers it, all too happy to offer him comfort and support. That is, after all, why he's here, besides the favour for Archimedes. When he pulls away and they're back to the topic at hand, though, a frown tugs at his expression.]
You didn't say what had been done to them, by the way. Just that they were cursed. Do you mind filling me in?
[It could be important, especially if it will make things more difficult in bringing them back.]
[ A bottle of sake! Unlike her usual brew, this one is well more palatable, made with spices that give it a flavor very much unlike anything else either of them have either tasted, but familiar enough that they could still find something comforting within it. A drink that is meant to be shared. ]
[ a small gift basket. it's an assortment of baked goods and confections, not overly the sweet side for the most part—baklava, a spiced rum pound cake, and a few jars—tied with green-and-yellow ribbons—of what had been called "turkish" rice pudding in the recipe she found but which seemed very similar to an almyran dish claude had once mentioned. two bagged fluffy masses of pişmaniye round it all out, flavored with gently spiced chocolate and vanilla respectively.
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Claude,
Thank you for your patience and friendship. May your winter nights be warm, and spring find you well. In the meantime, please enjoy the treats. I'm not well-versed in Almyran cookery, outside of what you have told me, but I did some digging. I hope I've come close enough for your liking.
May we continue working together in the year to come.
[It might have been easier, really... if it had happened when Claude was asleep or waited until they were back home. Not for Claude, no, and he'd never wish that but the thought does cross his mind once there's... really no denying things anymore.
He hates this, waking up to find an empty room, tea gone cold and abandoned. Maybe she'd been planning to get them up soon. Maybe she hadn't been able to sleep last night and stayed up too late. It's hard to say. He even goes down the hall, looking to see if she's gone to have breakfast with Ferdinand, but the room is empty. Not just empty of the redhead himself but... empty. The kind of vacant gloom that had settled over Marianne's room and now Flayn's habitual spot on the couch in their shared quarters.
Byleth would be so disappointed in him but he stays there for a short time, in Ferdinand's empty room. Lets himself give in to the fear and uncertainty for a moment before he reins in his emotions and returns to Claude.
Lorenz spends the first part of the morning fussing about the room, cleaning and packing up their things, moving around the room with a cautious sort of hesitation that keeps him from going too near the half empty tea cup on the coffee table.
The plan had been to leave today for Camelot but... now...]
Khalid....?
[His voice is soft as he comes closer to the other man, setting a hand on his shoulder, uncertain if he'd even want to be hugged right now.]
[Claude had spent the morning checking his phone, both to try to contact Flayn or to figure out if anyone had seen her. But it's a familiar routine by now, and he already knows she's gone. He knows, because when he'd followed her into the forest, he'd promised her she'd never have to be alone again. She wouldn't leave without a word, even for a good reason.
It hurts. Part of him was always sure this could happen, would happen, but even with the possibility weighing on his mind, he'd set it aside to focus on just enjoying what he had. And now she's gone, he can't shake the feeling that what if, next, Lorenz would be the one to--
Lorenz's hand on his shoulder snaps him out of his thoughts, where he'd been spacing out by the window.]
Oh, hey. [He says it with a wan smile, not even making the effort at forced cheer, but he does lift a hand to rest it on Lorenz's.] You okay?
[Ferdinand being gone had to be more difficult for Lorenz than anything Claude was feeling right now, he's sure.]
[A few days after having a friendly chat with Lorenz over the network, Caster decided to try giving Claude a call. Claude had at least been kind to her in the past, so despite the 'potion incident', there was a little concern after seeing Lorenz's video post.
Not that she'd let that show when she opened the message with: ]
So I gather your little potion escapades finally caught up to you? Haha~
Claude.[ it's a sort of threatening false cheeriness that he might have only heard from her or her counterpart once or twice ever. there's a definite dangerous edge to her voice. ]
Would you happen to know anything about why my wife has turned into a child? [ said in a way that suggests she knows damn well claude probably has some idea. ]
It stopped pulling that freaky face by the time I took it back home, and now its expression hasn't changed back to the creepy one since. I haven't figured out yet what made it change, but I'm assuming that it not screaming is a good thing.
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Greetings Claude,
I am prepared to honor your request to see the calamity. If you have the time today, kindly meet me outside of the city's northernmost gate within the next three hours, otherwise we can discuss a different timing later.
Kind regards,
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Thanks for getting back to me. I'm free now, so it's a date! I'll head right over.
Regards,
Claude
[...And after that brief message, he can be found about half an hour later waiting at the gate. He's not entirely sure what to expect, so he's armed with a blade sheathed at his hip, but he otherwise looks as relaxed as ever.]
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My chefs have prepared a dinner of roasted mallard and onion sauce that promises to be worth the trip. I trust your travels were safe?
[ There's a room prepared for them if they stay and drink, too. Back in Arthurian times, travel was much more extensive, so a stay was always expected and prepared for anyone with noble or royal blood who had shown themselves allies. He won't require them to, however. ]
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[Certainly the fact they're all based in Camelot is a lot more useful, when comparatively, visiting Dimitri's kingdom would take at least a few weeks of travel -- more if there was severe snow. All the same, he won't turn away any hospitality from Arthur where it's offered, either.]
Remember the last time we had a feast together, Dimitri? This really brings me back to the good old days.
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Good afternoon, friend.
[Everything about her, from her posture to her smile to her tone of voice, carries an affectation of casualness that doesn't require much effort to see through. Subtle, this one is not.]
I hear you had a rough day yesterday. How are you feeling?
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Oh -- hey. [He sits up, shifting his wyvern slightly, who just grumbles a little in protest before going back to sleep.] Much better, I think. Thanks for, um... letting me stick around.
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( everyone gets a voice, yes, but... what on earth is happening and why did a minotaur pee in the water? )
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[Not just with the minotaur, but people like Yuber as well. It's a headache.]
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oh my god why are they so nerdy
bc those library books aren't going to read themselves
gODDDD i hate them
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it may not mean anything. but it's certainly interesting, she thinks. ]
I've done some digging, and other worlds seem to have some echoes of home. Or we have echoes of other places? Just like the legends of King Arthur in some other worlds. I don't know what it means, but it's interesting.
Have you looked into this yourself, Claude?
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It first started when I wondered about Excalibur. That sword is the reason we're all in this mess to begin with, so I figured it was safe to assume at least some of its properties are similar to the Sword of the Creator. I saw the kind of things you were able to do with it in the Sealed Forest, just like the calamity threatening to tear the worlds apart.
Interestingly, my own Hero's Relic shares the name of a bow wielded by one of Arthur's knights. There are other things too, but they stood out to me the most. Did you turn up anything interesting?
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Found you!
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Gah! [He'd already been reaching for the sword at his hip instinctively, but he relaxes when he realises who it is.] Horus, what are you doing?
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Visiting Claude!
So one day she shows up with two fishing poles and a picnic basket, climbing the stairs and knocking on the door.
“Hello, Claude! Are you at home?”
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The first sign he's around is the white wyvern that peeks over the roof where she'd been sunning herself, watching Flayn with golden eyes and letting out a little trill as a greeting. Claude answers the door soon after, surprised.
"Oh, Flayn! To what do I owe the pleasure?"
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Have you heard anything from Marianne?
She didn't come out for breakfast but I don't think she's here? But Dorte's gone as well and she didn't clean his stall, she wouldn't leave his stall a mess like that if there wasn't an emergency I can't get in touch herphnenumberisn-
[Not only text but text he's allowed his grammar to fall apart on.... and eventually his ability to type in the first place.]
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I haven't seen her. I tried calling her just now but couldn't get through, and checked with Flayn, who hadn't seen her either.
This isn't like her, is it? I'll search for her and ask around if anyone might've seen her.
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I'm so sorry he's Like This
Good Evening My Love,
I've no doubt you are wondering why in the world I'd be writing a to you so formally when we are so near and able to speak so easily here. There is something about the formality of it that allows me to structure my thoughts in a way that is more concise and intelligible than I am able to compose face to face. Most especially in your presence when your every smile is enough to scatter my thoughts to the wind.
I have been thinking about what we discussed just the other day, of conventions and how poorly you concede to them. I believe there may be ways to work around that particular point. Perhaps not so easily dismissed as you might prefer but a way to find some middle ground as it were. As you said that night, you are capable of plenty of middle meeting when you put your mind to it.
I am well aware how little you like being forthcoming about your plans but, in this one instance, I believe it would help me a great deal. I make no claims of the logic of it but removing the opportunity to second guess whether boundaries have been crossed or if one has over stepped would, I think, remove some significant portion of that which troubles me.
There are, of course, expectations and standards that I do not often realize I am holding but given a chance to recognize them and that they are foolish notions before my sense of logic is cast into the chaos I so often find myself enveloped in when in your arms. I believe it would help to prevent the derailment of those things which I dare not name even in this letter, though I intend to deliver it to you directly.
I can make no guarantees that I will be comfortable with your suggestions immediately but I strongly believe I will be more comfortable if I have a chance to consider such things first.
Similarly, while I know it is as natural to you as breathing, I fear that when I am already actively trying to convince myself that I haven't done something wrong, that setting aside restrictions that have been a part of my life is not going to bring ruin down upon us both (yes, I understand it's nonsense but knowing it to be foolish does not easily sway the heart to relinquish such fears)... I'm afraid in such circumstances the teasing that I know is meant to be affectionate in some way (and infuriating in others) is perhaps too much.
I do not mean to genuinely discourage you, maddening though it is there is also an endearing sort of quality to it. (Do not expect me to repeat such a thing ever again.) I merely ask that in those circumstances perhaps gentle your wicked tongue.
You needn't respond to this letter if you do not wish to, or you may simply call me if that is your preference. I am ever eager to hear from you but I do not wish to monopolize your time.
Yours, now and always,
Lorenz Hellman Gloucester
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Hey Lorenz, thanks for writing to me. I read your fancy letter. So to summarise -- you, um, want to know what my 'plans' are? And you want me to tone down the teasing?
I can do the second thing no problem, but in regards to the first, what 'plans' are you talking about? If you mean about us, that's something we decide together, not something I'm secretly devising on my own... Though I suppose I can see why you would think that way.
Anyway! We can talk about it now, or you can take the time to think about it and write to me again? Your call.
[He's a little put out by this way of communicating, but if it's how Lorenz is comfortable expressing his thoughts, he'll roll with it.]
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If there's anything you and yours need, feel free to give me a call.
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And thank you, the offer is appreciated. I'm sure Marianne would be happy to know someone from another world is thinking of her, even when she's gone.
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early Dec
Of course he's appreciative of the assistance and, even if it is awful and cold, he's glad to have Claude with him. So much so that, once the other man arrives, he takes a moment to just pull him into an embrace, holding him close and basking in his presence. A soft, bashful sort of smile, before he nods towards the woods ahead.
If nothing else the snow means that, until he gets into the cover of trees, Safrano's tracks are easy enough to follow.]
I'd rather hoped that I'd be able to keep the other calm and encourage at least some to follow Safrano. Encourage their herd instincts, you understand.
I wasn't prepared for......... what's been done to them.
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You didn't say what had been done to them, by the way. Just that they were cursed. Do you mind filling me in?
[It could be important, especially if it will make things more difficult in bringing them back.]
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dec 25th gift delivery
st cichols day delivery
there's a card attached.
Claude,
Thank you for your patience and friendship. May your winter nights be warm, and spring find you well. In the meantime, please enjoy the treats. I'm not well-versed in Almyran cookery, outside of what you have told me, but I did some digging. I hope I've come close enough for your liking.
May we continue working together in the year to come.
Warmest regards,
Byleth ]
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He hates this, waking up to find an empty room, tea gone cold and abandoned. Maybe she'd been planning to get them up soon. Maybe she hadn't been able to sleep last night and stayed up too late. It's hard to say. He even goes down the hall, looking to see if she's gone to have breakfast with Ferdinand, but the room is empty. Not just empty of the redhead himself but... empty. The kind of vacant gloom that had settled over Marianne's room and now Flayn's habitual spot on the couch in their shared quarters.
Byleth would be so disappointed in him but he stays there for a short time, in Ferdinand's empty room. Lets himself give in to the fear and uncertainty for a moment before he reins in his emotions and returns to Claude.
Lorenz spends the first part of the morning fussing about the room, cleaning and packing up their things, moving around the room with a cautious sort of hesitation that keeps him from going too near the half empty tea cup on the coffee table.
The plan had been to leave today for Camelot but... now...]
Khalid....?
[His voice is soft as he comes closer to the other man, setting a hand on his shoulder, uncertain if he'd even want to be hugged right now.]
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It hurts. Part of him was always sure this could happen, would happen, but even with the possibility weighing on his mind, he'd set it aside to focus on just enjoying what he had. And now she's gone, he can't shake the feeling that what if, next, Lorenz would be the one to--
Lorenz's hand on his shoulder snaps him out of his thoughts, where he'd been spacing out by the window.]
Oh, hey. [He says it with a wan smile, not even making the effort at forced cheer, but he does lift a hand to rest it on Lorenz's.] You okay?
[Ferdinand being gone had to be more difficult for Lorenz than anything Claude was feeling right now, he's sure.]
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Not that she'd let that show when she opened the message with: ]
So I gather your little potion escapades finally caught up to you? Haha~
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Hah! That's just the price you have to pay in the pursuit of knowledge.
...Really, though, what happened had nothing to do with potions. This time, anyway.
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Would you happen to know anything about why my wife has turned into a child? [ said in a way that suggests she knows damn well claude probably has some idea. ]
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He'll just do what he does best in these situations, which is feign ignorance by sounding as nonchalant as possible.]
You mean that metaphorically, right? Have you been spoiling her so much she acts like a pampered little princess? In that case, that's a you problem.
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text; uh backdated to last month sometime?
what's that painting doing now?
( Rei's getting haunted and whatever weird thoughts she's having are apparently now capable of knocking out her sexual partners, so... )
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How about you? Anything going on?
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Text; un: 𓅃
[ What? He learned to ask first before he breaks into someone's home.]
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