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[heavennorearth]

[Badtouched has found the red door to Chicago. He's curious and as soon as he steps through, he's found himself in a interesting looking dress. And he looks damn good in it too. He's still graceful in heels though and strides down the street glaring at people. He's not happy with the dress

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[fatehelper]

[Guess who's right behind him. In a nice mafia suit and fedora. Still got his shades, but eh.] Niiiiice right there, kamui.

[heavennorearth]

[Oh snap. It's Fuuma.]

I didn't want this, hunter.

[fatehelper]

Yeah, but looks like Chicago had a different idea.

[heavennorearth]

I know.

[Doesn't make him any less mad]

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[an_savior]

[He's in a pinstripe suit, no fedora, and just staring blankly at another paper. Did he ever smile that widely? And what was he doing with Vampui?!]

What's going on?

|D

[heavennorearth]

I don't know.

[He looks at the paper that his nottwin is looking at.]

It's...us....with Fuuma.

Everything ever can be blamed on Sorata. This is a fact of life.

[an_savior]

Why are we....? How is he....? A-are our hands on his....?

[Just puts the paper down and sloooowly backs away.]

Hehe.

[heavennorearth]

They are.

[He shreds the tabloid with his claws]