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[soul_sister]

This mailbox is currently useless and I'm not bothering with it. Please try my secretary.

((OOC: She will be answering things here, naturally. She's just a jerk.))

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[overclocking]

[ DOESN'T EVEN SEEM TO NOTICE, such is his suffering. ]

Fine! Fine! Just get off me!

[soul_sister]

[She sits to the side of him, grabbing the pillow just in case there's automatic retaliation.]

Okay. I feel better.

[overclocking]

[ He rolls until he hits the opposite bed, as a precaution of his own. He sits up with a grunt, rubbing his side. ]

Good to know being a bully bolsters your spirits.

[soul_sister]

[The kicked puppy look is lost on her, as she is looking at the bedsheets with dismay.]


... Thattttt's not enough cards.

[There's maybe ten cards scattered between them.]

[overclocking]

What?

[ Follows her gaze, frown deepening. ]

Did you pocket all the face cards again?

[soul_sister]

WHAT! No! [Not all of them.]