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[adropofjupiter]

[Phone]

[Marisa's not exactly sounding like herself today. In fact, she sounds a little freaked out though her voice is quiet.]

Um... What, uh... What happens when... ah. What happens when drones, um.... die?


[1125 Taylor (action)]

[Anyone passing by 1125 Taylor might notice the front door is half open and there sun reflects off of something thick and red dripping slowly down it.

[OOC WARNING: Marisa is now suffering the Postman's Curse for breaking into the post office. Any characters coming to 1125 Taylor may be subjected to bodily injury should they have physical contact with Marisa. PM me for more details if needed.]

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[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

You better not.

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[artwithknives.livejournal.com]

...don't be an idiot.

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[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

I have an obligation to say that, ze. Friend duty and all...

She trusts you and loves you. That's enough for me until something happens to change it.

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[artwithknives.livejournal.com]

No, you just wanted to be a tough guy. Don't fool yourself.

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[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

No. I didn't. Don't put words in my mouth.

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[artwithknives.livejournal.com]

I'm so scared, tough guy.

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[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

You keep that up and someday you will be.

[She huffs and finishes the bottle, grabbing another.]

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[artwithknives.livejournal.com]

I think I will keep it up.

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[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

Shut up.

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[artwithknives.livejournal.com]

Make me.

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[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

Don't think I won't.

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[artwithknives.livejournal.com]

You won't.

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[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

Oh yeah?

[Setting the beer down out of the way...]

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[artwithknives.livejournal.com]

Yeah.

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[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

Uh-huh.

[Marisa is now in the process of pouncing on Shiki with the intent of pinning him. Or something. Because apparently she's forgotten she's barely over five feet tall and he probably has fifty pounds on her.

...she's probably going to touch him, so... severe abdominal pains, massive cuts all over his body or lose a limb? Or, you know, dodge like a boss.]

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[artwithknives.livejournal.com]

[His body did react on instinct. It sensed a great danger approaching and did what it did best. Move to the other side of the room faster than an eye can blink.]

Don't....touch me. Seriously.

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[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[Marisa blinks and gives him a confused look. That was an odd reaction. She recovers a moment later and gives an indignant huff,]

Then shut up!

[Just gonna go sit back on her side of the couch with her beer again.]

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[artwithknives.livejournal.com]

You don't get it, do you? Don't touch anyone.

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[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

I wasn't gonna do anything. Not even using magic.

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[artwithknives.livejournal.com]

Just trust me on this one.

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[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[She narrows her eyes and then curls her legs underneath herself.]

Fine. Whatever.

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[artwithknives.livejournal.com]

I'm serious.

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[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

I gathered that.

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[artwithknives.livejournal.com]

[SIGH]

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[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[Glowering and nursing her beer. eventually she'll hold her hand up in front of her and it'll glow a bright, bright yellow with magic. It does nothing... she just seems to be staring at it.]