[Lucas rebounds off the pole with surprising elasticity and whirls around, spinning in a circle to meet Vietnam's eyes. This is . . . the woman from the other day? Right? Why was she calling him 'Em', again . . . ?]
I'm OK. I'm fine. Thanks.
[His voice is curiously mechanical.]
((Aaaugh I'm sorry. T-Thank you. I actually . . . wrote an entry last night, but it didn't work as an entry so I stuck it into Dear Mun instead. >_<))
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I'm OK. I'm fine. Thanks.
[His voice is curiously mechanical.]
((Aaaugh I'm sorry. T-Thank you. I actually . . . wrote an entry last night, but it didn't work as an entry so I stuck it into Dear Mun instead. >_<))