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[ailingremnants.livejournal.com]

[A redhead seems to be going from room to room, opening cabinets and drawers. Every now and then he pulls out something and stuffs it in the bag slung over his shoulder. No, he is not going in bedrooms, don't worry, your possessions are safe.]

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[umaretaimi.livejournal.com]

What the hell are you doing?

[ailingremnants.livejournal.com]

[He pauses momentarily at the voice, then just puts something else in the bag.]

[umaretaimi.livejournal.com]

You enjoy stealing things?

[ailingremnants.livejournal.com]

You enjoy pestering others? [Finally he turns to this... child.] Are you going to miss something of importance? Do you need something?

[umaretaimi.livejournal.com]

[shrugs] We don't really have people going around stealing stuff too often.

[ailingremnants.livejournal.com]

Hmph... [Turns back to the drawer, scrounging through it.] Well, it doesn't seem that anyone else is using it... and if I recall, everyone takes things when they need them, whether that be food or utensils or whatever the hell they feel like...

[umaretaimi.livejournal.com]

There's still usually a reason.

[ailingremnants.livejournal.com]

Yes, and I have my reasons...

[umaretaimi.livejournal.com]

You just don't care to tell me?

[fononfailure]

[ there's another redhead seated in a room nearby, head tilted at the sounds drifting in from where the other person is. ]

[ailingremnants.livejournal.com]

[Listen away. There's just some quiet clattering noises from hands digging through things.]

[fononfailure]

[ then said redhead will have to check on those noises after they don't stop for some time. ]

[ailingremnants.livejournal.com]

[You might see the other redhead examining a small plastic container, then stuffing it in the bag hanging from his arm.]

[fononfailure]

[ stops in the doorway, watching him for a minute. ] ...what are you doing?

[ailingremnants.livejournal.com]

[Hmm, should he bother to answer this question...? ...

...nah. He's going to continue looking.]

[fononfailure]

Hey. You. What're you looking for?

[ailingremnants.livejournal.com]

[He's looking at you now. No wait, that's a glare.] Am I bothering you?

[juststaydead.livejournal.com]

[What is this shenanigan!?] Hey, what the hell do you think you're doing!?

[ailingremnants.livejournal.com]

[That voice better not be talking to him. For now, it goes ignored.]

[juststaydead.livejournal.com]

Hey, don't ignore me! I'm talking to you over there!

[ailingremnants.livejournal.com]

[Glances to the loud person questionably.]

[juststaydead.livejournal.com]

[Blinks] Hey you're that....Bloody God-General guy. What the hell are you doing looking through people's stuff!?

[ailingremnants.livejournal.com]

[Who? Oh what does it matter...] Are these your things?

[juststaydead.livejournal.com]

No, but I'm smart enough to know what you're doing is wrong.

[ailingremnants.livejournal.com]

I don't think it's any of your business what I'm doing, and I sure as hell don't think you have the right to judge me over things everyone else in this damnable place already does.