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Forty-Third Spool of Thread - [Voice/Action]
[There's the sudden sound of a bunch of boxes falling to the ground, contents spilling everywhere as the journal's camera points up to the ceiling. It shifts suddenly to focus on a particular pink-haired girl who was unceremoniously dumped into the back room of her shop on top of said boxes.]
Ugh...thanks for the warning, jerks. [She begins to untangle herself from the boxes of ribbons and fabrics, moving the journal closer to speak. For the most part, she seems pretty unharmed.]
Hey...so what day is it anyway? Here's hoping I wasn't gone too long, totally bad for business. [There's a slight beat, suddenly remembering something. You know, her housemate that was alone for like a week.] Haruhi, report. [She works her way out from under the pile of materials and the door to the back room swings open, allowing her to enter the main part of the shop.]
Neku...you better have made it back. That was pretty low of them, keeping us sort of together and then sending you back first. Besides, I was right in the middle of designing a n--
[There's a long pause suddenly as she really takes a look at the shop. She's staring at a row of dresser dummies, counting them in her head.]
All right, which one of you broke into my shop when I was gone?!
Ugh...thanks for the warning, jerks. [She begins to untangle herself from the boxes of ribbons and fabrics, moving the journal closer to speak. For the most part, she seems pretty unharmed.]
Hey...so what day is it anyway? Here's hoping I wasn't gone too long, totally bad for business. [There's a slight beat, suddenly remembering something. You know, her housemate that was alone for like a week.] Haruhi, report. [She works her way out from under the pile of materials and the door to the back room swings open, allowing her to enter the main part of the shop.]
Neku...you better have made it back. That was pretty low of them, keeping us sort of together and then sending you back first. Besides, I was right in the middle of designing a n--
[There's a long pause suddenly as she really takes a look at the shop. She's staring at a row of dresser dummies, counting them in her head.]
All right, which one of you broke into my shop when I was gone?!
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Shiki! You okay?
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Yeah, I'm okay. It's weird, Buffy, it's like they didn't even really want to do anything to me this time. How's everything here?
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she can't say that, though. so! smile! ] Sounds like you lucked out. And things are -- good. Warming up.
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[ after all, she might not have the chance to break in a single swimsuit until after this grell business is dealt with. ]
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[Hmm...] I didn't miss anything, right? No big life-changing alterations or anything? [She's half-teasing, but she's also genuinely curious. Who knows if she's missed an experiment or something?]
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[ this is the JOKING voice. ]
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Not that Luceti follows normal rules...but paranoia doesn't look good on anybody.
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Oh well. Win some? Lose some.
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Am I a terrible person for saying that about one of my best friends?
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Nah, I think you're kosher.
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