[ The near constant rain reminds Mukuro, at times, of intervals in Brescia during his childhood -- although it is somewhat different, all things considered. Say what you will about the hyperbolic metaphor of cats and dogs (or even frogs, in the more miraculous cases), but Italy’s rains were never given to schools of fish. What a strange world this
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What do you want?
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Miss Chrooome! [Waving! Hello Mukuro, meet the happy one of the group.]
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Chrome pulls the communicator up and back on, blinking owlishly at the girl]
Ah, Lizzie-san! H-hello...! [She feels a little awkward. Should she apologize? Or just wait a little?]
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