dr. romani archaman (
finalring) wrote in
thefoundation2020-05-02 07:08 pm
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the truth is, everyone wishes to be saved.

The execution has come and passed with the death of two more Agents. However time moves on without cease and so must the living. There are no celebrations, only the silence that grows heavier and heavier with every day and the feeling that something is pleased with what it has done.
There are two more days before the new week arrives: what will you do?

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Not too bad, right?
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But anyways, he will take a look at the sketch. And while he's far from an artist or an art critic, he can tell there was definitely skill involved in this.]
Huh, not too shabby. Why Hikage, though?
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[ He'll flip to another page to show Sissel. ]
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So were you sitting here to sketch people whenever they walked by?
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[ Halls are nice enough. ]
Oh, but since you suggested it... maybe I should sketch you?
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There's a blink at that question, though.]
...Are you that desperate to practice?
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[ Something to focus on besides death ]
Oh! Maybe you can strike a pose.
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[because he usually relaxes with other stuff but the less said about that, the better.
He crosses his arms as he gives a skeptical look at the suggestion.]
A pose? Like what?
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[him, vain? nah.]
Anyway, I'll do it as long as it's nothing too weird.
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[ He's going to flip to a new page before he starts sketching. ]
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...And I'm not taking off my clothes, either.
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[ No kinky things from him ]