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Who: Noric and Xavier
When: Day 102, early evening (slight forward-date to presumably when the lizagons have been beaten down)
Where: level 3 windows
What: romansu

[two men are looking out the windows into the gloom.]

Well... it doesn't look so bare, in the dark.

Comments

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[still thinking it though]

[intellectum]

You can stop that.

[untempered]

You're very particular about what I can do.

[intellectum]

Am I?

[untempered]

On occasion.

[intellectum]

Then I'm not that particular, am I?

[untempered]

When you are, though, it makes up for the other times.

[intellectum]

What?

[untempered]

All of that particular-ness.

[intellectum]

That's very specific, dearheart.