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    He needed a snuggle, a nap and about five pounds of chocolate. "Urgh." The male moaned. He didn't want to think about Vanny, but that's what he'd been doing for the past couple hours; wondering what he could've done to save his friend, repeating the words he should've said months ago. But now he couldn't save his boss and he couldn't go out shrimp fishing with him or bake him a pie or..
    "Can someone distract hi-us please?" The words weren't Lèi's, but rather his other soul's that spilled out Emmet's mouth; he was clearly getting annoyed with Lèi's constant pouting and wanted someone to come and help since he couldn't do so himself.

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    [/size][fancypost borderwidth=5px; background-color:black; padding:0px][align=center][size=5pt][color=darkblue]WELCOME TO YOUR LIFE, THERE'S NO TURNING BACK. ACTING ON YOUR BEST BEHAVIOR, TURN YOUR BACK ON MOTHER NATURE.[/fancypost][size=1pt]


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-shadow:0px 0px 5px black; letter-spacing:1px][justify][sub][color=black]"I'm not much good at comfort," An'ei warned, guessing why he needed a distraction. She had, for the most part, been able to push Vanny's death to the back of her mind. Not quite forgetting, but locking away her emotions. In part, that was due to her struggling with her own loss-of-limb. Too much had to be adjusted and modified for her to feel much emotion about anything else.[/fancypost]


    [size=4pt]★ trek

    Comfort? Why would anyone have need of such a thing? It boggled Szayel's mind that anyone would need a thing like comfort. "Removing a leg of a dead body to replace it with a prosthetic to learn how it would help movement?" He asked, oblivious to any effect it would have on An'ei. The wolf I'm guessing he's a wolf had inspired him to try and recreate a working robotic leg.

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