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[clockmaster]

[Hakuba is in his room, still a dog, with the laptop in the floor in front of him as he tries to type. His pet Irene is playing with a red ball behind him.]

it's jsut like the la$t time, they're tryign to kill themphselves. Tatsumy tri3d to reach the oens who di3d but he cn't do it.

dealign with a pis-sed god of death iyt's hard as human, ash dog it's imp'ossible. [He pauses and scratches his ear with a paw. Stupid doggie instincts.] th3y better b alrijht b3cau$e...

[Irene's red ball bounces near him, his ears go up and he disappears from the view, trying to catch the ball. He's back a few minutes later, thanks to god for all the fur that hides his blush.]

I wan-t my b0dy back.

Comments

[clockmaster.livejournal.com]

Y3s a few mont-hs ag0

[gluttonforpasta.livejournal.com]

What happened to the people that were in it?

[clockmaster.livejournal.com]

th3y all coem back ev3ntualli, all s@fe

[gluttonforpasta.livejournal.com]

That's good, at least. Then they're not really dead?

[clockmaster.livejournal.com]

[A pause, they can die too if things go wrong...but Italy doesn't need to knwo that.]

N0.