[Kim looks properly relaxed now that he isn't being hounded after because he looked "tasty". A cigarette pressed between his fingers, unlit as he spoke.]
Well now that I've narrowly avoided being lunch for several people, and it appears that this community wide delusion has passed I thought I'd ask a few questions to those who have spent the most
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[And a few minutes later, a link to the guide is posted.]
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I -- I'm sorry for forcing you to do this. New blood.
[Wince.]
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And I don't know about you but I'd really like to show them my appreciation for such an event.
[Sabin has a sense of humour but when you put the man in a dress against his will? Then he has a fundamental issue with you.]
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Somehow being drooled on by growling people threatening to eat you isn't exactly the most charming of occurrences.
[Though the context of this matters greatly, for being drooled on by growling people threatening to eat him is best when those people are women. Not your best friend.]
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[By way of introductions --]
Kim Philby.
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[That would be Guy, sauntering into the room with his journal in hand and a coffee mug in the other, sweetened with brown sugar and cream and spiked with whiskey.]
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Sleeping hadn't quite been achievable until unconsciousness dragged him into the morning. ]
Shockingly, Guy. No.
[But he laughs because somehow under the utter 'why me?' was a hint of amusement at the whole thing. It had been oddly appropriate.
And he got a new coat out of it. Not all was lost.]
Wasn't the wolf supposed to eat Little Red Riding Hood? Fork and knife style?
[And then the woodsman would cut Red out of the wolfs stomach. Oh God, bad visual. Kim puts his head in his hands and scrubs his face.]
Coffee.
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Luckily for you, a bold and brassy hunter trounced in, fedora hat tipped over his eyes--though his icy look simply penetrated the shadow--and spared you. I do believe he had a bit of fun hunting down the wolf for his devilry...
[Oh how his smirk is something of an awful mirror of the wolf he played. Though it wipes away quickly once he remembers why he came into the room in the first place.]
Ah, about the coffee. Do come into the kitchen, won't you? I've brewed a perfectly respectable pot and I've made breakfast.
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My hero. [Though he could be talking about Anthony or Guy at this point. Because without the former he might have been free game for Guy - perish the thought, and without the latter he might as well be eating a cold can of beans.]
Coming.
[And he is up, journal closed and moving to the kitchen.]
If you knew how to cook, why didn't you ever do it before?
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