pc ♠ richie

[fried]

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[fried]

[ he does not let go either, honestly. it's kind of nice to have something grounding. ]

I didn't. But I know Anders did, as well as Basilio and Taair. [ what a collection of people, god. ] Was it a bruise on your arm?

[ ... ]

-- Actually, you don't know of anybody else who woke up with a corndog in their pocket, do you.

[gutterbound]

Bruise on my arm. Count Majima and Daigo in on that number — they were at the diner.

[Squints]

What?

[fried]

[ he's just like ?????? ]

The diner, the garden, the funhouse...

[ mumbles, squinting. and then: ] I woke up with a corndog in my pocket.

[gutterbound]

...All right.

[Takes a deep breath and blows it out like "man."]

They didn't write the killer's name in mustard on it, by chance?

[fried]

It would make our jobs tomorrow much easier if that were the case.

It is the stupidest piece of evidence I've experienced so far, however.

[gutterbound]

I hope you didn't get ants in your pockets, too.

Still, where were you holed up? If you say anywhere but the hospital I will be very cross with you.

[fried]

[


sweats ]

The flower garden. Yves, Marcoh, and Siffrin didn't want to stay, and I was reluctant to leave them.

[gutterbound]

[Looks him in the eye.

Rescinds one sugar cube and pops it in his mouth.]

Bad patient tax.

But I'm glad you all stuck together. None of them got marked up, I take it?

[fried]

[ wrinkles his nose. ]

Not that I saw. [ ... ] But seeing as I was the one who injured them in the first place, there's a good chance they may have hid it from me.