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[boutant]

You know, I don't think I've had these since I was in sixth grade. Remember the Valentine's Day parties they'd make you have in elementary school? I was always more excited to make the box for the valentines than for the rest of it, though sometimes the candy was okay. Halloween was better for it.

[ Ariadne pauses, frowning at the small pile of candies she's gathered. ]

Well, these aren't normal, anyway. As usual, considering the City. I wonder how many misunderstandings these will lead to.

[ private to Jack, Roxas, George ]

Hey, I think I got something of yours.

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[boutant]

Our old apartment went up in flames and we all ended up living in his living room like a pile of hamsters.

Really? [ Weird. ] Well, taste-wise, I'd start with brushing your teeth.

[feorge]

And you lost your knickers somewhere in the pile?

Alright, then what of the itching?

[boutant]

Basically. There were six of us, after all.

That... I'm not sure about. What itches?

[feorge]

Kinky. [ He winks - he's teasing. ]

My -- [ But then he stops and looks down at his hand. He's been scratching at it all day, and now it's rather red in a particularly familiar spot. His eyes narrow and he quiets a little bit, thinking back on what he saw from the candy. ] My wrist.

[boutant]

[ That gets a laugh, at least. ]

Let me see. It's probably just your body trying to tell you it actually happened, and if you've been scratching, it's probably just making it worse.

[feorge]

[ He holds up his left hand so she can see. ]

Promise my flatmate's cat didn't attack me.

[boutant]

I wouldn't doubt it if he did; I've seen Crookshanks. He and Rhada would have terrifying, fluffy babies.

I'd try putting some lotion on it, maybe wrapping it up so you stop scratching at it.

[feorge]

And the world over would cower in fear, certainly.

Is that what you do afterwards?

[boutant]

Maybe she'd actually know what to do with a kitten if it were hers.

I don't have a habit of scratching my skin raw.