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[roughsjustice]

[ Klavier is seated somewhere convenient in the mess hall. He has a cup of coffee next to him, and apple pie!! In front of him is a sign that says:

TALK TO ME IN THE NAME OF FORENSIC SKYENCE!!!
Go talk to him! ]

((Gonna stop tagging for now! Will tag both old and new when I get enough rest!))

Comments

[nocturnemission]

Pfft! I'm still not supposed to talk to you, but... What can I say, I'm a rebel.

[roughsjustice]

You don't really have to follow each word the Fräulein Detective says, ja? She's not your mother.

[nocturnemission]

Haha, nope! I sometimes listen to her as a favor between buddies, though.

[roughsjustice]

Then that makes you a good friend.

[nocturnemission]

Well, yeah. I'm great at the whole friendship deal!

[roughsjustice]

We are friends now, aren't we?

[nocturnemission]

Sure thing! We should totally make it official with a friendship jam session.

[roughsjustice]

What about a friendship apple pie?

[nocturnemission]

I'm down for that!

[roughsjustice]

Sit down, and let me get a slice for you, then!

[nocturnemission]

Sweet! [takes a seat.]

Man, I haven't had pie in ages. It seems to be mostly cake around here, for some reason.

[roughsjustice]

[ HERE YOU GO!! ]

It's quite good, too.

[nocturnemission]

[Omnomnom!]

Oh man, yeah it is! Where'd you get this?

[roughsjustice]

I found it while I was looking for food. It was just there, looking very fresh and delicious.

[nocturnemission]

Really? You should be careful about food that's just sitting around, here. Some of it can have weird effects.

[Keeps eating anyway]

[roughsjustice]

I heard! I was careful.