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[tysthet]

{This is not his house. This is not even his country. There's photos of him with a strange woman lying around. This is not a good day. Quite the opposite, in fact.}

Nn... H'llå?

{A pause. Uhm. What to say, what to say? He wants to be kind of polite, but he's really freaked out here and he wants answers. And what about his wife? Where'd he get to? Is

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[battle_maid]

[Soft bit of a snort]

Welcome to Hell, hope you have a pleasant stay. [Someone's not in a good mood today~]

[tysthet]

{Does not compute. Does not compute. B|}

...wha--!?

[battle_maid]

In other words you're stuck here with the rest of us.

[tysthet]

Where?

...wha' 'bout m'wife?

[dieu_etmondroit]

...Bloody hell.

[tysthet]

{That voice is somewhat familiar.}

Englan'?

[dieu_etmondroit]

[A sigh]

Quite.

Sweden?

[tysthet]

Mhm.

Wha' happened?

[blackmagic_cat]

[Peeks into the room he's in, blinking a little at him. New person?]

Are you new as well?

[tysthet]

{Just. Stares. Looms and stares for a few moments. Then he nods slowly.}

Mhm.

[blackmagic_cat]

[You know, he's really not phased by the looming. He just stares for a bit before speaking again, pushing away a bit of his hair.]

Nekozawa Umehito. And you?

[tysthet]

{There is no way he is going to be able to pronounce that name B|;;}

M'Sweden.

[hisironcross]

And another one shows!

Your "wife" isn't here.

[tysthet]

...'ll f'nd 'im.

[hisironcross]

Who knows? He might come soon.

[tysthet]

Mhm. Maybe.

[mayfield_mods]

Morning, hun.

[tysthet]

...mornin'?

Who're you?

[mayfield_mods]

Your wife, of course.

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[tysthet]