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[withwords]

[There is a man sitting behind a table that has blank open notebook and some pens laid out on top. Next to them, there is a sign that reads:

Want someone cursed? Dead? Horribly maimed or injured?
Let us know!
Results are 100% guaranteed. For the right price.

He looks distinctly uncomfortable about this. And also seems to be stuck.]

[OOC: GROCERY

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[healingcock]

Assassins probably shouldn't advertise out in the open like this. Just so you know.

[hakabana]

[oh my god why]

[healingcock]

[stares at. from a good distance away.]

................................

Do I... know... you?

[hakabana]

...Kind of.

It's Raikou, Raphael-sama.

[healingcock]

Raikou?? But you're... you're... um...

[hakabana]

Female, yes.

[healingcock]

...

How?

[hakabana]

This place.

Sorry, is it really weird? I can leave you alone until it wears off.

[healingcock]

You don't have to! I was just... surprised.

Um. I thought about you.

[hakabana]

...Sorry?

[healingcock]

About the... bond, I mean. With you and me and Itachi.

[hakabana]

Oh.

How did the thinking go?

[healingcock]

I don't... feel it anymore. What happened?

[hakabana]

It...faded, I guess. It happened really slowly, I don't think any of us actually noticed it vanishing.

[healingcock]

Oh...

[hakabana]

You look upset.