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[mygodmyright]

[ knock knock knock, Marshall Street. England's going up and down the hall with an empty measuring cup, knocking on random doors. What's he after? A simple cup of sugar/baking soda/whatever. It changes with every door he knocks on. This would be a completely normal friendly neighbour sort of routine, except for the fact England's slightly

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[betrayedblade]

[What is a drunk doing on the top floor idek--

Giovanni just stares at him dispassionately, his white hood cast down on his shoulders and leaving him less shadowy, but that didn't mean much. Finally he sighs and the expression relents as he relaxes and shakes his head wearily.]

I do not keep much here. And I don't think you should be traveling the hallways much less to the school supply room.

[mygodmyright]

[ drunks appear everywhere, when you least expect them. England is unfettered by Giovanni's cloak or somewhat shadowy appearance, and instead props himself on the door frame, while holding his measuring cup out ]

A bit of alcohol's never stopped me before, and I can't bake a bloody cake without sugar.

[betrayedblade]

Even this much? [He remarks under his breath and in Italian to boot.

He shakes his head.] I don't think I have enough for something like that.