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[adungeonofmyown]

[there is nothing extraordinary going on here, just a cute blonde girl talking to a zombie]

If you could even just point to where to go...

((S-standard intro warnings apply.))

Comments

[servicewitha]

I would ask if you're always this harsh, but . . .

[ascendthethorns]

Tell me, Fuuma: were you stripped of life and reduced to an existence of brainless undeath, how would you describe your fate if not as abominable?

[servicewitha]

Shitty. I can't imagine what it would be like not being this handsome anymore.

[ascendthethorns]

...

You'll understand, I'm sure, that I won't be dignifying that with much of a response, else I risk offending your delicate sensibilities twice in short sequence.

[servicewitha]

[HA HA HA]

[ascendthethorns]

To what do I owe the dubious honour of your company today, Fuuma?

[servicewitha]

I can't just say hi?

[ascendthethorns]

You have yet to.

[servicewitha]

Hello, Cornelia. How are you doing today?

[ascendthethorns]

Well; yourself?

[servicewitha]

A little restless, but I'm all right.

[ascendthethorns]

It is October.

[servicewitha]

That's true. I'm sure things will get exciting soon enough.

[ascendthethorns]

Hmn. Are you not making preparations?

[servicewitha]

I think I'm as prepared as I can be. But considering I got my neck sliced open by a possessed book last year, my goal this time is mostly just to expect the unexpected.

[ascendthethorns]

... Recount the book incident.