Wriothesley

[rosebleed]

you hide in my graveyard...drinking my gamer milk....

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[frostfist]

[ he gets up out of his seat, gestures one hand for her to follow if she's willing. ]

We don't have anything like a [ what was it again? ] crying lounge here, but there's a few places where you can sit by yourself for bit.

[rosebleed]

I don't want a crying lounge.

[She inhales, throat thick. Then tries again.]

I want to go somewhere I won't hurt anyone. If she comes back, I don't want her to get out.

[frostfist]

[ oh. well. in that case. he looks like he's mentally calculating something in his head before motioning for her to follow him a different direction. ]

'She'?

[rosebleed]

[She will follow, getting up with a quick look behind them and rubbing at her arms.]

A Devil, I think. It's...well if I were to take a guess, it would be something like Yoru's situation.

She called herself Control.