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[mysteltinn]

[Text posts from Owen again? Never a good sign]

winry doesn't remember her pulses anymore. told her about my numbers tho, and she believes me. so could be worse.

thought any people she knows on here would wanna kno

Comments

[stavros]

My condolences. Being torn from the inner world is quick and cruel.

[mysteltinn]

might be better for her in the end. safer.

[stavros]

It may be. How safe is anyone?

[mysteltinn]

I know, I know... but this way she won't remember anything bad either. Everyone here remembers something awful.

[stavros]

Maybe. I hope she's okay. And you as well.

[mysteltinn]

Thanks... I mean that.

[stavros]

You are a good person, in my belief.

[mysteltinn]

[It's a good thing he doesn't have his camera on right now, cuz that makes him turn a little red]

What, so I'm not a detestable sheep-jock of the light anymore?

[stavros]

Only misguided by the glamour of false luxury and fake-n-bakes.

[mysteltinn]

Maybe one day I'll come to my senses and dye out these sun-licked golden locks.

[stavros]

Let it grow out instead of being all spiky and soccer-player-guy.

[mysteltinn]

What? No way, it's gets kinda curly when it's lon- oooooh I get it. The 'Vampire Lelandre' look, I get ya.

[stavros]

It's cool!

[mysteltinn]

I could flip it back dramatically after battles.

[stavros]

Have you fought anything as of yet? Were you there for the snake?

[mysteltinn]

Yeah! And some of those crazy toothpick monsters too.

[stavros]

The pencil? Their mysterious ability nearly bested us.

[mysteltinn]

I got some help from Ken and his cool summon-monster, but took out plenty with my sword.

[stavros]

You can use it, then.

[mysteltinn]

Oh hell yeah! I'm pretty good.

[stavros]

I see. My condolences for whatever injuries you sustained before you were able.