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These days come around and all that happens is that everything gets loud. But there are so many interesting people.

You may come into the Garage as long as you don't touch. Sticky fingers make enormous messes.

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[ All sorts today, Saya, coming into your web. The crocodile is no exception, though she comes like this -- dressed in crocodile-skin boots because she thinks it's funny, that those can walk in winter while she cannot.

That crocodile smile, at least, should be familiar. ]

Hello.

[Saya's eyes are bright, now. It is familiar, in it's own way]

Hello.

[ It's the same voice as Blonde's crocodile, the same hard-to-read features when she isn't grinning, and the same cold-blooded behavior with how she's pressing up against the nearest heat source. ]

I'm getting the best visitors today.

I can smell the bird.

Of course you can. He spent the day here.

[What she can't smell is Saya, because Saya doesn't have a smell]

[ She had noticed, that day when Saya circled around her. It still unnerves her now, but not enough for her to leave -- not enough for her not to have come in the first place. ]

Cheeky little thing. [ She almost sounds fond. ]