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[iknifeyou]

Belle's boots thudded against the floor of the hall in impatient footsteps, as she headed for Squalo's room. What could have been easily mistaken for a sprint was merely... fast walking. Of course. Why would she be running for the shark's room with a smirk plastered across her face?

Sprint-walking aside, she was even polite enough to knock on the

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[loudassassin]

Unfortunately for her, there's no answer.

[iknifeyou]

And that just makes her barge in anyway.

[loudassassin]

The room is completely empty in its usual messy disarray. Squalo's no where to be found.

[iknifeyou]

Damnit. A quick glance around to make sure he's not hiding in the closet or something, and she takes off for his office next, clutching something in her hand.