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"Need me to do that neck snap thing that I saw online? That often helps."

"Don't touch me." You might set off PTSD, after all!

"It's a decoration, Ragna. It's okay. I kinda like it"

"Alright then, I guess it can stay here."

"Okay then. I wonder if Yamcha will let me try it on him…"

"Ragna, there are some bags of flour out back. About three. Can you bring them to the kitchen for Fumizuki? We can't keep her chocolate cakes or her cream cheese and pear tarts in stock lately. Everyone has been buying lots of them"

(maybe you can hide it in that compact tab thingy so as to not take up too big a block in the rp x3 interested in looking tho!)

"Have you ever had a dweam where you…you could…so you…you want so…you could do you so do want so you could do anything?"

"Oh, Sure. Just leave it to me."

Ragna has lifted far more heavier things in his life, So this wasn't much of a issue. He went to the back and carried the three bags of flour into the kitchen, dropping them where they belong.

Emperor forbid a man enjoys a cup of recaf

Gustavo watches while Brick spins on the spot.

Vane could be seen with his disassembled assault shotgun meticulously inspecting the parts, there was a very satisfying chuk-chuk on the pump action that only a shotgun enthusiast could appreciate.

Up-close and personal, rappel down the side of the building, bust in through the windows and rain havoc upon those filthy scummers in their illicit stim factory.

Springer looked over at Vane for a moment. "You know, you remind me of Prowl, except nicer."

I know not of whom this prowl is, but i appreciate your gesture, and what of you? Does your allegiance lie with the blessed machine ?

"Could be worse. At least he's not Gali-Gali's machine. Whatever that was called."

Zero reference for what either of those are. ._.