It is seven o'clock. Layla, in a white knee-length dress, is fiddling with her hair while waiting in front of Pandora's. She feels a little nervous, though she knows she has no reason to be. It feels strange to be going out without having Mari-chan dress her up
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He felt rather guilty for doing all this, after all, he was a taken man. But money had to be made.
He approached Pandora's.
Spotting what he assumed to be her, he walks up to her, tapping her on the shoulder. "Layla-san, I presume?" *smile*
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This is a little strange, isn't it? *She giggles to drive away the uncomfortable feelings*
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Well, maybe so miss. But it's a good way to get to know the city, and to put your mind at ease for the evening.
*extends arm in an escorting gesture*
Shall we go inside?
[ooc: fail at format? I'm trying to take your example. I don't do comment spam very often, I'll do my best! and ilu for doing this!]
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Sure! And just call me Laylaaa~!
[ooc: naaa~h any format is fine! ♥ I love you for doing this too~! :D]
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