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[smokesordie]

Butcher's is closed until further noticed.

[There's a dot of ink, growing very faintly like he's resting his pen while thinking of something else to write, but then it just stops.]

Comments

[unevoked]

...Need anything taken care of?

[smokesordie]

Nah.

You okay?

[unevoked]

I'm fine.

We gonna make a plan, or wait a bit 'til shit dies down?

[smokesordie]

Wait a bit, cause right now I got nothing.

[stonyfaced]

We need testimony in case he comes back. We also need to confiscate his weapons, preferably sooner rather than later.

Let me know.

[He got nicked in his right arm, so this writing is rather messy, but still recognizably Stoneface's.]

[smokesordie]

Name the time and place.

[stonyfaced]

Tomorrow, 1 PM, at Zombie's residence.

quicklog/handwave?

[smokesordie]

That's my place too, but yeah, see you there.

[redhead_rabbit]

Ya alright, Me-chan?

[smokesordie]

Still breathing.

[redhead_rabbit]

It's a start. When I get released from the overwhelming thing called work, we're goin' out for donuts, 'kay? No objections ♥

[ his abilities to attempt to cheer someone up are astounding, aren't they? ]

[smokesordie]

I'm not objecting, but could I trade in donuts for booze?

[The thought is appreciated!]