Night 47: F21-F30 Hallway

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It was, thought Agatha, about time this Landel guy started acting like a real evil megalomaniacal mad scientist. All the sugary-sweet fakery had been getting on her nerves, but this persona was something she knew all about. Right down, in fact, to the inclusion of information helpful to his enemies.

She'd been spending most of the time since finishing dinner assembling the pitifully few useful-looking items their room contained. She hadn't originally meant to include the little radio in that, since no matter what settings she tried it had only produced rather forgettable music and she didn't have the time or the tools to reduce it to usable parts.

Now, though, she snatched it up and slid it over to the channel that had been mentioned. It might not be much help, but she didn't see how it could hurt, either. "I think I'm all set," she declared. "Ema?"

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"Apologies are unnecessary, just do not repeat your error." She no longer wanted to think of that momentary burst of emotion. It was embarrassing and it left an uncomfortable hotness in her head, like she was on the brink of tears in her mind. She'd never shed a single one in front of someone like Kibitoshin, but the feeling was there. She hated crying and the last time she'd done it was in front of Miles. But never again. Not when he was also gone.

But when Kibitoshin attempted to lighten the mood, she couldn't help but smirk a bit. He had no idea what he was getting himself into. If Scruffy were here, he probably would have told him, but for now? He was doomed.

"I will hold you to your word, Kibitoshin. You're dimissed," she said, waving her hand toward the door. The rest of this she could take care of. Wherever the bumbling detective had gotten off to, she had no time to think of it if she wanted to get upstairs and start the process.

[bitpartgod.livejournal.com]

There was at least a trace of a smile (a smirk counted as a smile, right?) on Franziska's face when he looked up next. Good. Leaving her when she was in the sort of state she'd been in before would have been downright irresponsible, and, even if he wasn't one hundred percent sure she was okay now, heading out wasn't going to weigh too heavily on his mind. He hoped.

"Just call me if you need me again," Kibitoshin answered, saluting smartly as though he had suddenly joined some sort of armed force. Well, it certainly felt appropriate, anyway. "You know. If you get in trouble." He paused, mulling that one over again. "And I happen to, um, be in the vicinity. Somehow. And you know I'm there. Coincidentally, I mean. Hah..."

... that wasn't going anywhere, was it? Coughing and clamping his mouth into an awkward smile before it could add to the verbal pileup he'd managed to create, he nodded and ducked out of the door and into the hallway. They were both smiling right now- he intended to leave before anything hard and book-shaped could fix that.

[iwhipthefool.livejournal.com]

Honestly, if that man never learned to hold his tongue, everyone in the world would know what a fool the Guardian of the Universe was. Franziska sighed once Kibitoshin left, pinching the bridge of her nose as if warding away a headache. The man was supposed to have the most important job in the universe and yet he sat on knives. It was no wonder the world was such a mess if that was who was watching over them all.

With the room settling back into silence, Franziska worked quickly. She kept everything neatly packed in the box, double-checking that all of the ingredients were there. Everything else could be found upstairs if Sai was to be believed. Picking up the box and wrapping the dog leash loosely over her shoulder, Franziska snagged her flashlight and headed out into the night.

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