Telling me I need a key to get these cuffs off is like telling someone that fire is hot.

Fuck this shit. I don't even BELIEVE this.

This is extremely uncomfortable! Telling me I need a key isn't very helpful...

What's this? What what what??

Ah...It seems I'm handcuffed to someone.

Christmas was nice ...enough.

Cuttin' off my hand -- doesn't fuckin' work.

This is illogical.

...Nononono.

I don't like this.

[laying on the ground, her back to the LP screen, Diva motionlessly lays there, her dress covered in burn marks, holes everywhere on it, blood stains everywhere as well. the scenery around her can also be seen, fallen trees everywhere around her, along with small things, such as ripped tree roots and cracked branches.

her hair is spilled behind her, and her steady breathing is all that can be heard. a few minutes pass by until she perks slightly, and glances up, as if hearing someone approaching. a smile forms at her lips, but immediately after, it falters. a minute passes by before she lets out a 'hmph' and returns to her previous position. she's silent for a few moments before]


Everyone is leaving me.

How do I remove these?

Mileina-san, I don't mind, wherever you want to go, just tell me.

[Lady's holding a nice black blanket, but she's currently staring at the logo. Hard. There's a grimace on her face; it's making feel a little torn, given what it says. "Devil May Cry".]

Ah... didn't that- that's what he named his stupid shop.

[Never going to admit it, but the sour look on her face indicates she's missing her BFF]

This is real cute. Whatever, as long as it's not reeking of him. Better than that stupid sweater.

This is, uh...a strange situation. But I guess one comes to expect these sort of things in this place, even of the timing is a little inconvenient.

Nonetheless.

To celebrate Christmas, I'll be making a dinner here. Anyone is invited--the more the merrier, you know? Just let me know if you're coming so I know how much to make.

I hope that Ritsuka can cook, or at least not be like how he was in the kitchen.

It's here again.

Fourteen doesn't feel any different from twelve, either.


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[Voice Post]
Vyse.

We stomped Bluheim. We took it's ribbon.
We took Recumen's ribbon...

Why do all our weapons not hurt it?

...

Uh. Big boss man, you can have the ribbons Vyse and I gathered. We got two. But...
Is it fine that we just left the mini Recumen there?