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[technoballistic]

Mii, Klavier, Loc Lyle, you three can't possibly be serious.

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[covert_chord]

What are they doing now?

[technoballistic]

They seem to be under the impression that they're living in a pond full of women who are eager to let the three of them reel them in.

[covert_chord]

Seeing how the three of them are, I'm not surprised.

[technoballistic]

The number of eligible women that are actually of age here is negligible, Alle.

[moodformelody]

:)

[technoballistic]

Don't you ":)" me.

[moodformelody]

^-^, then.

Or =^-^=.

Or maybe 8)

... no wait. That one reminds me of Kristoph.

Oh, Klav.

[technoballistic]

You're such a dork.

[shooting_blanc]

@>--

[technoballistic]

Fake text roses won't make anyone more attractive, Mii.

He knows- and will be leaving a dozen on her desk tomorrow.

[shooting_blanc]

Just a small gesture of apology, since I seem to have offended~

She will sit at her desk, ksdlfjdlk-ing.

[technoballistic]

Not so much offended as...

Well, I don't know. It's laughable, really.

[misprision]

I would ask what he's done now if it wasn't already readily apparent.

[technoballistic]

Those three are trouble, Kristoph.

[misprision]

So it would seem. Surely there's something that can be done?

[technoballistic]

Tying them up and leaving them in the basement.

[only78percent]

I wouldn't dream of doing anything that wasn't to a lady's liking.

[technoballistic]

I don't know. If I read you right, you just might.