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[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

Holy... [Looking down at some recently developed photos] Ow. Ewwww. Oh ew, broken neck. Ewwwww, someone shot him. Man, gruesome deaths.

... and they look like him. Man, I hope you're okay, because I still need to kill you for this. [looks at another photo] ... UGH.

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[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

One plus to them.

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

You're very pretty I mean... they're very pretty.

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

Y-You really think so?

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

Yeah... [still petting your wings]

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

You okay?

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

[muttering something about not seeing lots of girls]

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

You'll get used to us. There's a lot of girls around here.

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

[blushing deeply, eyes about tit level]

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

My face is up here, Luke.

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

I know... he was right.

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

Who was right?

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

You weren't supposed to hear that.

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

You're very skittish, you know that?

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

Father doesn't let me go out. And it's hard when it's ghost cold.

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

Ghost cold? What's that mean?

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

It's cold, so there's ghosts around.

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

There's no ghosts... they're not real.

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

[rolls up his sleeve to show her a hand shaped bruise] Ghost. [Shows her a picture of a broken neck Asch] Ghost. They exist.

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

But... that's...

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

Horrible, disgusting, and scary? I know.

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

[Puts the pictures away] Hey, whoa, I'm sorry.