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[synthesice]

Luka? Gakupo?

How come all the ice-cream is out on the ta--

[There's a quick, sudden scuffle, the sound of the journal dropping to the ground, and a sharp yelp from KAITO before everything is quiet again. Small containers of ice-cream are still left on the little table in the apartment.]

Comments

[dancinghonour]

[Dammit KAITO Cue Gakupo, dashing out of his room.]

KAITO! [And just. Stops.] Ah...

[eyebrowsonfire]

Bah. The suspense is going to kill me.