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Rebel 9 [Written]

First that boy, then Mr. McDohl, now the professor... the Malnosso really do have an odd sense of humor, don't they?

It's getting a little crowded in this apartment. Strange to think just a couple months ago, it was just me here. It almost seems as if Tao's been here the entire time. And now with three of us... I have to say, I'd love to see Tager and Linhua again, but at this rate, I'm not sure we would have the space. Does anyone know if New Feathers are still coming in?

Which reminds me...

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I know this is an incredibly strange request, but -- would either of you mind if Tao and I used your bathtub for a week or so? I'm not sure it would be a good idea to use mine for the time being.

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This place... really is beginning to feel a bit like home.

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Maybe you're just tired. [Not like you know how to take a break.]

I just had a break. I took a few days off from the clinic while I was recovering.

But maybe you're right. I probably just need some rest. [After all, I really haven't been getting enough sleep lately, have I...?]

...

[What... the fuck?]

[You and that mouth of yours, Goroh.]

...What?

[...]

Some kind of journal malfunction. I'm coming up.

Well... alright. I'll be here.

[And here he comes knocking on your door. Whatever the hell it is, shit's weird.]

[Litchi opens the door, looking confused. See icon for thought bubble.]

What happened with your journal?

[Sorry, too busy staring. Seriously. What the fuck?]

[...He's not getting sick, is he? She's trying to get a good look at his eyes, but those sunglasses are in the way.]

...Mr. Goroh?

[... okay, it's gone now. He pulls off his sunglasses and rubs at his eyes.]

It's nothing. I'm fine. [Mild insanity is all it is.]

[Alright, now she's staring. What in the world...? She hasn't been missing that much sleep, has she?]

Are you... seeing things too?

... I ain't the only one, then?

No, not at all.

[Oh, no. They wouldn't have...]

Huh. There it is again. [He puts his hand to his chin. Okay think think think think...]

[... bubbles bubbles bubbles... is this even working yet?]

[...I thought so.]

...It's working, Mr. Goroh. I suppose we were due for another experiment sooner or later.

You've got to be fucking kidding me. Do those assholes really have nothing better to do?

Apparently not. [And please watch your language...]

I'm not sure which was worse: toying with everyone's emotions or... this.

They won't even let us keep our godsdamned minds to ourselves.

[Okay, okay Goroh. You can deal with this. You just have to think like you talk. That's all.]

They don't seem to have any upper limit on what they'll experiment on...

[She's really not liking this either. There's a reason she keeps some things to herself, you know.]

Not sure I even see the point in this one. [And he's turning away from her.] ((Stay focused, Goroh. Happy thoughts.))

To be honest, I don't think I do either.

[Just... don't think about any of that and everything should be fine...]

Right. Here's the deal, Litchi. You don't want me to know about that whatever that is. Me? I'm a hot blooded man. So let's keep my thoughts to myself.

So any conversation we need to have? No reason we gotta be looking to do it, right?

[alskdjaliwd. This is going to make keeping her Sector 7 days a secret a real pain in the butt.]

I'm not exactly trying to hear what you're thinking...!

Likewise. But it's happening anyway. ((Last thing any woman needs to hear is 'dat ass!'))

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