The seashell, however, is empty of life. Instead, there are crates of bananas, some familiar white clothes, and a vanity holding a pair of horns just like Fassad's.
Kumatora rubs just above her eye, shaking her head. Duster murmurs to himself that this would explain how Fassad was able to survive so much. Lucas just finds himself staring down at the floor.
"(Are you looking for Locria?)" the mouse from outside asks anyone who can understand him. "(Locria doesn't come around much anymore. He didn't seem like a good person to most and had this creepy 'Nwehehehe' laugh, but at least he was nice to me.)"
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Re: The Empire Pork Building
Date: 2013-11-14 03:11 pm (UTC)Kumatora rubs just above her eye, shaking her head. Duster murmurs to himself that this would explain how Fassad was able to survive so much. Lucas just finds himself staring down at the floor.
"(Are you looking for Locria?)" the mouse from outside asks anyone who can understand him. "(Locria doesn't come around much anymore. He didn't seem like a good person to most and had this creepy 'Nwehehehe' laugh, but at least he was nice to me.)"