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[etrurian_mage]

An exquisite smell of murder was seeping through Erk's apartment again. It was that time of the week; Erk's cooking steak! All that's about left is to throw it onto the grill, which never seems to take very long

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[notinuniform]

((Again, huge apologies for the wait!))

It had taken Makoto a while to find the right place, but she had. Erk had mentioned wanting to talk to her anout the situation with Usagi over at Sages, and... Well, now she had some free time. Pausing at the smell, she knocks on the door.

[etrurian_mage]

((It's alright, was starting to worry.))

Hearing the voice at the door, he took a piece of paper out of his battered tome. Making a paper airplane like he watched someone else do, he tossed it towards the door. As soon as it came close enough, the door swung open.

Come on in, I'm in the kitchen.