Entry tags:
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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Yeah. Me too.
[ . . . ]
I'm placing my faith in you, Kuzuebiko.
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Hah! I have not the slightest idea why.
[ but, as he has received it ]
But for so long as you place it on me, I will always strive to be worthy of it.
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You'd better, I have high expectations.
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I will swear it! Should I have to swallow these words, I will shallow one-thousand needles with them.
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[ . . . ]
If you have to swallow those words, I'll start calling you Kuzu.
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but ]
Orihime, you would not dare.
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[ with a shudder ]
. . . But I guess I deserve that much. If we break each other's trust . . . I guess we can just annoy each other for a while with rude nicknames like that.
Then, eventually, I'm sure we'll forgive each other.
. . .
Yeah, that's how friends should be. . . but I'm going to defend my name with my life! I'll never give you a reason to call me that again!
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[ and then, softer ]
As you should. I cannot imagine you doing otherwise, with the strength of will you have shown me. Even if our bond were forcibly severed, if we reach out to one-another the tears can be mended and our friendship once more made whole.