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[shall_yield_us]

[ One angel + a myriad of candy pieces = apparently far too much chewing, as he takes one every so often.

Munch. Munch. Crunch.

(And the occasional wince, maybe when the candy-induced vision's a little unkind.) ]


Oh, enough with the warnings and the ever-weeping Cassandras. Shall we make a contest of it, then? A wager?

Whose tongue can take the taste of more of these? Come, come, no need to be shy. It's only indescribable humiliation for someone else, after all.

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[worldofourown]

Oh? Can't I?

[ voice ]

[one_that_leads]

Not in such an instance.

[ voice ]

[worldofourown]

And who might you be?

[ voice ]

[one_that_leads]

Katan. Lieutenant to Lord Rosiel.

[ voice ]

[worldofourown]

[Blinkblink]

You're joking, surely?

That lunatic is a lord?

[ voice ]

[one_that_leads]

I told you: you know but little.

[ voice ]

[worldofourown]

And his peers? They know that he is unhinged?

[But hey. Karl was crazy and ran a boarding-school for girls, so who's he to judge?]

[ voice ]

[one_that_leads]

It's more complicated than you suppose.

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[worldofourown]

Hm. So many things often are...