[He says this, with his heart behind his face in his throat, and his finger over the button under the table, withdrawn ostensibly to his jacket pocket... and it's knife. She caught him off guard last time, but.]
Well, who do we know who can steal memories, Sara? That'd be the place I'd start.
[So you could say it is his business, as things concerning Midori are? His tone is dry, the kind of slow when he's spelling something out for you.]
...Are you going to buy anything else? You're holding up the line.
[There is no line. This is entirely one man's roleplay, and there's only 34 potential customers anyway.]
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[He says this, with his heart behind his face in his throat, and his finger over the button under the table, withdrawn ostensibly to his jacket pocket... and it's knife. She caught him off guard last time, but.]
Well, who do we know who can steal memories, Sara? That'd be the place I'd start.
[So you could say it is his business, as things concerning Midori are? His tone is dry, the kind of slow when he's spelling something out for you.]
...Are you going to buy anything else? You're holding up the line.
[There is no line. This is entirely one man's roleplay, and there's only 34 potential customers anyway.]