forty-three shots with some ignorance

[echivoc]

[Cross is chilling in the lounge of the base, legs kicked up on the coffee table as he lazily flips through the journal. Rather quiet, this silly thing - unless those lolarious Holy Knights are plotting behind filters. Keep plottin', you'll keep failing, losers

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[bedninja]

--Pardon my interruption; I am aware that I do not know you very well, if at all, but when you say "kid's eye"...

That would not be Allen's eye, would it?

yeah so i totally screamed reading this as i went to bed

[echivoc]

Oh, is that Ribbons' name?

clearly I am doing my job right then. B) ALL THE NIGHTMARES

[bedninja]

Ribbon, is it?

[He has to think about that for a moment - mostly because if it was someone else, then Pharos really didn't care all that much.

But-- every so often, Allen had a tendency to wear a ribbon around his neck, didn't he? A red ribbon.

...so it really was Allen.]

That kind of behavior is unacceptable.

INDEED SOB ;;

[echivoc]

[Woah, talk about quick mood swing. You certainly have his attention.]

Oh? Well, too bad I don't cater to you, or I might care more.

<3

[bedninja]

[Did someone say mood swing? Because he's back to that eery grinning on his end.]

No, I would imagine not. But if you do not mind satisfying my curiosity - just who is it that you do cater to? Yourself? Another resident?

I really am quite curious.

[echivoc]

I do have a Commander and Lieutenant to answer to, kid.

[bedninja]

An army, is it? [but that isn't what he's looking for-- he's looking for names.]

I must admit, I have not been paying as much attention to the sudden loudness going on in this place recently - are your commanding officers already well known here?

[echivoc]

If that is what you wish to think.

I am sure they are - someone else claims to know my Lieutenant.