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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

[theskyenceguy]

...What kind of sign is that!

[nocturnemission]

Some sort of boss/subordinate bonding thing?

[theskyenceguy]

Apparently.

[nocturnemission]

... Gross, now I'm totally getting the mental image of my ex-boss trying to do that.

[roughsjustice]

It's a very nice sign, ja? It's clever, and it's funny!

[theskyenceguy]

No, it isn't.

[roughsjustice]

Well, we never really talked about the methods of getting the information, ja?

Also, you can't interfere.

[theskyenceguy]

You can't just say whatever you want to them, either.

[roughsjustice]

I will not say anything that is made up.

[theskyenceguy]

That's still pretty suspicious.

[roughsjustice]

You don't trust me?

[theskyenceguy]

Not at all.

[roughsjustice]

You continue to hurt my feelings, Fräulein Detective.

[theskyenceguy]

Good.

[roughsjustice]

You know... you never really explained why you do so.

[theskyenceguy]

Don't need to.