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[pencilpremonition]

Who: EVERYONE!
When: Day 19, Late Afternoon
Where: All the Apartments. All of them.
What: Becca's bringing around flower arrangements!

[Please put your apartment letter in the subject line and reply to that thread if someone's already answered the door for your apartment. Thanks!]

[Becca's making trips to all the apartments. Since people are in and out of the shrine room, she knocks on one of the bedroom doors in apartment A. Otherwise, she knocks on the hallway door of every apartment. Even apartment E.]

Housekeeping! This'll be quick~!

Comments

[potentiaregere]

As if I'd care about something like that.

[pencilpremonition]

A dead imagination means a dead heart.

[potentiaregere]

I was talking about it being "cute". But I don't particularly care about a dead heart either.

[pencilpremonition]

Of course you don't care about cute. You're a boy. But you should definitely care about a dead heart. How will you ever get a girlfriend?

[potentiaregere]

The state of my heart and romantic affairs are none of your business.

[pencilpremonition]

[sigh]

You're being fussy again. But okay. You're here, I'm visiting, I want to be friendly and chat. You pick what we talk about.

[potentiaregere]

Keep talking with the moron instead.

[why, it's almost like each passing day he's more grumpy or something]

[pencilpremonition]

But I want to talk to you, too.

[potentiaregere]

I don't. Just because you want something doesn't mean everyone should be expected to bend for you and give in. It's common sense.

[pencilpremonition]

Fine, fine, I'll leave you alone with your bad mood. But we'll never get to be friends if we don't chat sometimes.