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[fishpanties]

Who: Aoko, anybody
When: Day 40, evening
Where: Apartment Snowman; door is open!
What: Derpin'

[How do you wind down from searching for your stupid leaderboss? If your name's Nakamori Aoko, you do it by:
1. Acquiring paint.
2. Attacking your apartment's walls with gusto.]

Comments

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[Paint's pretty potent in smell, peeking into the apartment to see what's up.]

[fishpanties]

[PAINTING AWAY MY FEEEEELIIIIINGS]

Oh! Hi, Akako-chan.

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[Well, that's...probably good.]

Hello Aoko-chan.

[fishpanties]

[pauses...]

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...what?

1/2

[fishpanties]

[aaah...]

2/2

[fishpanties]

I'm going to do something that might be a little dumb.

Re: 2/2

[shednotearsformagic]

...

How dumb?

Re: 2/2

[fishpanties]

I'd put it a four, on a scale of one to Kaitou Kid.

Re: 2/2

[shednotearsformagic]

Even a four to Kid is pretty high.

[fishpanties]

It'll work out.

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If you're that confident, you wouldn't be so vague.

[fishpanties]

I'm asking Ptou-san, who used to be Messenger, one of the Judges from Sabra, to give me all of my memories back.

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One of the Judges?

[fishpanties]

One of the good ones.

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Or that's what he wants you to think.

[fishpanties]

He risked everything to help us, and it's only thanks to him that any of us got out at all.

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...

[After getting you all there in the first place.]

[>T!!!]

[fishpanties]

[...]

[SETS DOWN PAINTBRUSH. MARCHES OVER.]

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[Eh?]

Aoko-chan?

[fishpanties]

For a second there, Akako-chan looked really angry.

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...

[Looks away.]

[fishpanties]

[HANDS ON YOUR CHEEKS]

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[ewajoiejwa why?]

[fishpanties]

It's okay, you know. You don't have to hide your feelings from me.

But Ptou-san's good, as well.