[probably because none of it was actually important, mags. now akira is distracted, covered in confetti, about to get his ass kicked by a chicken and...
really no less confused about everything magilou is and chooses to be.]
I see.
[he doesn't see.]
You seem good at advertising yourself, though. [bienchoo isn't here doing the work?]
no subject
really no less confused about everything magilou is and chooses to be.]
I see.
[he doesn't see.]
You seem good at advertising yourself, though. [bienchoo isn't here doing the work?]