Jun. 13th, 2014

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Seere isn't happy. In fact, he's downright dreading what's to come as he looks up at the sign of that dreadful clothing store. "Rapture", he feels, is hardly appropriate. Perhaps "Anxiety" or "Horror-Inducing Ladies' Wear for Men".

He looks over at Felson, awkwardly fingering at the collar around his neck as if he wants to tug it off. "I don't want to do this," he says again, for probably the twentieth time. "Please."

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There's no need to be afraid of me. I would rather bake for you than drink your blood. I'm always looking to make friends, so please contact me if you'd like to get together.

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