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I call 'em like I see 'em. I'd know more if we sat down and talked.
Fine. Meet me tonight, the field outside Earth. No weapons, bring booze, and if you still want to pretend I don't exist afterwards, I'll respect that.
[There'll just be a package shoved somewhere around Gokudera's door wrapped in brown paper with a piece of string around it. Scrawled on the paper in pen and ink is Gokudera's name in a scratchy kind of handwriting.
Inside there is a very pretty ladies' enamel hairbrush. Probably pretty expensive, actually.
There's an attached note that reads.
'Brush your hair, loser.']
Inside there is a very pretty ladies' enamel hairbrush. Probably pretty expensive, actually.
There's an attached note that reads.
'Brush your hair, loser.']
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