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WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, NINEHEADED. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 009.21.328.89 *** NineHeaded has joined 009.21.328.89 <NineHeaded> this is kuzuryuu fuyuhiko. <NineHeaded> you're probbaly better off coming to find me than leaving a message on this piece ofshit. <NineHeaded> but whatever. if it's not stupid,i'll get back to you whenever i open my laptop again. | ||||
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ye a
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i'm coming to get you. stay there.
[Admittedly, he'd been feeling a little sluggish, as weres often do during the day, but this kind of crisis is enough to give him something of a second wind. He's out the gate in a matter of minutes, running all the way to the Mystery Shack and for once, wishing it wasn't the middle of the day.]
[The trip would be so much faster in his wereform, he'd even run on all fours for this. You know it's serious when it comes to that.]
[Eventually though, there will be a knock on the Shack's door, and a slightly winded voice that calls out:]
Mabel? It's Kuzuryuu.
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Hey Kuzuryuu...you got here fast...
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[He holds a hand out to Mabel.]
C'mon. You shouldn't stay here alone. How do a couple days in a castle sound?
[What about poor Fiddlef-- WHO THE FUCK IS FIDDLEFORD? Fuyuhiko was honestly not paying attention to that part of Mabel's text at all.]
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A few nights in a castle? She gets to stay in his castle with him? She looks like she's about to cry, honestly, because that sounds great. She nods, taking his hand and just about ready to follow him but--]
I-I need to get my laptop first...I don't want to miss them all coming back. Is that okay?
[She also wants a few other things...like maybe a fresh change of clothes. She hasn't changed since she killed Jake.]
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Yeah, go ahead. I'll wait here.
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Soon she can be heard talking to whoever the fuck this Fiddleford character is, letting him know she'd be staying with her friends for a few days, before reappearing in the doorway.]
You're taller during the day.
[Let's just talk about things other than all the painful stuff that she should probably talk about at some point.
Closing the door, she holds a hand up to him. Can she hold your hand while they walk...?]
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[He takes her hand and begins to walk, looking a little sulky.]
My legs break when I transform and when the bones reform into dog legs, I wind up losing a couple of inches.
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Oh...
[Annnd looking back up at him.]
You're just as handsome at least! Maybe even more so, since suits are always a nice touch.
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[So he looks a little baffled at the compliment. Why is she doing that, it's not like he needs one?]
Heh, well you've got good fashion sense at least. [He reaches over with his free hand to ruffle her hair a little.] Thanks.