Alright, computer, now that we've established that you are evil, and shut down at the most inoppertune moments. /2nd draft of entry So anyway Netta talked me into this. Have at, flist
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The long breadth of dining table ran between Cobweb and his lord, who sat with his Enemy, but still he heard the insistant voice two plates away -- and he saw it on the tablecloth within Cal's reach, twinkling a silver, cold light which spoke: 'here I am first vengance; let me not touch these blood defiled hands' and Cobweb thought this wise -- so he spoke cold, wounding words to Cal; it was perfect because Cal was hurt; it was perfect when Cal summoned the silver fork as a weapon because in the end, Cal always hurt everyone, and now Terzian was stabbed just as Cobweb had suffered.
It was an embarassing memory for them: that during their younger, unwiser years, Muraki and Oriya spent their time together, often alone, in their uni dorm, a building of considerable repute if not reptuation; they were woefully unsocial creatures, as the good students of Toyko Prep Med. and Fine Arts Uni. would say (and indeed they would say much, pressed with enough beer), and students never heard a peep from either, though the students were by nature not given to listening to 'normal volume' much less yelling (and only this much during finals week); much though the good students tried (alcohol, women, gore movies)by the end of their education, Oriya and Muraki remained joined at the hip, alone and twitching.
As Satoshi leans closer, his glasses glint ice-like under the fluorescent lighting, and suddenly Daisuke wants to reach up and pluck off those glasses that hide Satoshi's face, but he is unable to move from where he lies cramped against the the cold edge of staircase.
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Cobweb/Cal. FORK!
HAAAAA.
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I SECOND THAT.
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