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[cachaemic]

[The feed comes off and on a few times, like he's struggling to make himself calm enough to talk.]

I--

[He probably shouldn't be showing his face after that. But he's already responsible for enough because he was too afraid to say anything.]That carnival you keep talking about... don't go to it. Something bad is going to happen there

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[Action Log]

[guanosine]

[Right, so if there's one thing you don't do, that would be fuck with someone she cares for. It doesn't take her long to get there because she's worried. After all, he can be so retarded sometimes. Despite his words, she still has a bag of supplies in hand.

For one, she's worried. For two, Ganta is an idiot.

She knocks on the door loudly and frowns.]

Ganta.

[Action Log];

[guanosine]

[She smiles a bit, although it is filled with amusement. Well, he took it better than she thought he would anyways. Now that he's got a good look it quickly distorts yet again. This time it is nothing but her regular arm. Nothing all that strange about that.]

Heh.

I suppose that would be one way to describe it.

[Action Log];

[cachaemic]

[The silence drags on longer than he means for it to. Ganta's still thinking about what she told him, slowly absorbing it.]

... Does it bother you?