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[The door to her bedroom creeks open, and Wingy pokes her head out slowly, eyes darting back and forth down the hallway. Sword in hand, she steps out and takes a good look around before going for the kitchen. Too much time spent in her room has made her tummy empty... approach scared girl with caution. 8|]

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[crimsonaria.livejournal.com]

Who?

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[crimsonaria.livejournal.com]

...I see.

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

[crimsonaria.livejournal.com]

*sighs softly* Looks like I have my work cut out here.

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[crimsonaria.livejournal.com]

My job.

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[crimsonaria.livejournal.com]

That usually depends.

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[crimsonaria.livejournal.com]

There isn't much I can tell you.

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[crimsonaria.livejournal.com]

Confidential.

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[crimsonaria.livejournal.com]

...? Are you hungry?

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

[crimsonaria.livejournal.com]

Come on. I'll make you something.

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

It's okay.... I can do it.

[crimsonaria.livejournal.com]

Please, let me.

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

Well... all right.

[crimsonaria.livejournal.com]

*leads her to the kitchen quietly*

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[crimsonaria.livejournal.com]

...Was there anything you wanted in particular?

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

Not really.... anything's fine.