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[sevenxsorrows]

Whatever.

Same old shit as before, this is getting really fucking annoying. Didn't this already happen? What the fuck are you all bitching about? Jesus.

Anyway, which one of you bled to death? You owe me a new shirt.

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[sevenxsorrows]

What do you care?

And right, like I really should just follow everyone else and "take advantage" of the situation. I rather find my own means, and there's also the fact I don't remember where the hell this blood came from.

[sevenxsorrows]

No thanks, I can handle myself.

I don't know, there's not a lot I can do, now is there?

[knowsacrifice]

...Bled to death? What?

[sevenxsorrows]

Yeah. Blood over my shirt.

[knowsacrifice]

...Shouldn't you be worried about the dead guy?

[sevenxsorrows]

Probably. That is, if they're dead. It's funny what a sentence can do with people.

[besatisfied]

What happened?

[sevenxsorrows]

I love explaining this: I have no idea, actually.

Also, tell your friend to find someone else to start a fight with. It's not anyone's problem she's got the attention span of Jack Russell Terrier.

[besatisfied]

I meant before you woke up with blood all over you.

Sorry, the only person who tells Trish what to do is Trish.

[sevenxsorrows]

... That's pretty much my answer. I have no idea. Sometimes I forget things, and that might be one of them.

It's nice to know a gun to the head won't work with her as much as it does with Nero.