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The Last Supper - Taisho Roman Revolution
[ The elevator lets you out into a private room: from the decor, it is doubtlessly an enclave of the restaurant you saw earlier on screen.
Your phones have filled with a rather sizable rule list. ]
Your phones have filled with a rather sizable rule list. ]
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[ without heat, slipping his glove back on ]
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Am I less beautiful in just one glove?
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[ He's always weird and embarrassing, what did you expect ]
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I don't think of you as a trespasser.
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[ He looks down at Yasuragi, uncertain. ]
It is only right that you should, in any case.
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What matters to me is that I like you. That’s all.
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You understand why I find your words difficult to believe, do you not? But I will not question you further. This is not the time for it.
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Have I been too hard on you?
[ maybe more to himself than to Shu ]
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[ He responds, anyway. ]
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I rather worried you'd no longer care for me, after seeing past my face.
[ offhand, kind of a shift in subject ]
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And so you attempted to make certain I would reject you from the start?
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Oh, no, I can get much worse, I assure you. Ah, but I did start to let go, anyhow.
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Insult me as you like! Should you face me down in a battle of words, I will not hesitate to fling them back.
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