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[head_downstairs]

[In the fabled center of Camp, there's a giant banner calling for your attention.

Need help with your anger issues? Join our counseling program!

Handcuffed to it, there's also a certain grumpy counselor who isn't looking particularly thrilled about this.

and it's snowing mistletoe]

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[fruitophile]

[ leeeeeeeer ]

[nicebro]

[ what is this creepy ass feeling... loooking over. ]

What?

[fruitophile]

Hmm. ♣

[nicebro]

[ . . . . ]

You going to finish staring soon?

[fruitophile]

I watched Hazama rip you apart. ♣ I don't like picking up the scraps someone else left behind... ♦

[nicebro]

. . . Who the hell are you supposed to be?

[fruitophile]

A magician. ♦

[nicebro]

Who isn't good news, based on the fact you hang out with a bastard like him. What do you want?

[fruitophile]

You. ♦

[nicebro]

[ reeeaching for his sword tentatively. ]

Not interested.

[fruitophile]

Funny, neither am I... ♣

[nicebro]

... What?