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Post by chrohn on Aug 10, 2016 15:55:23 GMT -6
Febuary 2nd
Group House
After all this time, Chrohn was still afflicted with guilt and depression. It would definitely take some time for the emotions to wear off, seeing as he still felt responsible for the way she was now. After all they were partners, they were supposed to look out for each other. However Chrohn slipped up on his job, or so he thought, though no one really knew, and Ama was still in the Intensive Care Ward, supposedly in a coma.
That news had hit the young man like a bag of bricks, and he actually tried to stop the people who were clearing out her room, and putting her stuff in storage to make room for their new team mate that would be popping in in about a week. That was a week ago. And during that week, and the almost week prior, Chrohn was still moving about with his daily proceedings, albeit with bloodshot eyes, an elevated temper and an even more withdrawn way of carrying himself. Astronomy and work helped with the pain as it took his mind off of everything, but those were only temporary solutions. In the long run, he'd eventually come to grips with the situation and get over it for the most part. How long would that take? Only time would tell, and its lips were sealed for now.
So today is the day her replacement comes in, Chrohn grumbled under his breath as he had begun to stir from his most recent nap. His alarm clock said it was a little past noon, and Chrohn was positive that clock was a damned liar! I wonder what the new kid will be like. Oh I hope to god they aren't like Ama, the world only needs one of her. That was the outside reason, though mentally he was hoping that they weren't like Ama because it would open back up some of the mental wounds he had patched up. He'd made some progress over the last week and a half, not a lot but way more than nothing.
After a few more minutes of tossing, turning and incomprehensible grumbling he finally rose out of his bed and gazed upon his room and all of its horrible glory. It was a mess, but the floor was able to be seen. With his current emotional state, a lot of cleaning had not been at the top of his list. He still showered, and promptly changed clothes, but his attire seemed to match how he felt. His hair was a total mess, and more so than the usual mess, his tank top was now a new owner of several holes that Chrohn had yet to patch up, and his shorts were all wrinkly. He had nowhere to go so at the moment, he was just in his usual clothes sans the shoes. Chrohn only wore shoes when he had to go somewhere, but since he wasn't, he was content with just socks.
After getting dressed, he moved from his bed to the couch downstairs, laying claim to almost all of it, as he also took impromptu ownership of the ice-cream in the freezer. Ya know, they never gave a specific time as to when the newbie was arriving. Are they gonna be here soon? Chrohn thought as he started chowing down on ice-cream, with the TV on simply for background noise.
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Post by Dusty Ghrian on Aug 11, 2016 7:39:22 GMT -6
Dusty stirred in his sleep slightly from his spot on the other couch as Chrohn flicked on the TV. He let out an indignant groan and rolled over, facing the back cushions as he tried to slip back into unconsciousness. Ever since the attack on Vytal, he had taken the other couch in their living area as his bed. He had trouble sleeping in the same room as Mizumi after their synchronization gave him some insight into how she felt about him. It certainly explained why she was so protective of him all the time, because her level of fussing over his well being went beyond that of friends. And now, he knew he was doing her no favors with his willingness to toss himself into danger at the drop of a hat. Honestly, he was surprised that he hadn't seen gray hairs begin to pop up in her hair. Her beautiful, chocolate brown hair in those cute pigtails that was so soft to the touch and smelled so nice, even in the heat of battle...
Dusty's eyes shot open and he sat up on the couch, his face showing a tinge of crimson around his cheeks. He swung his legs off of the couch, knocking his blanket to the ground. He looked at Chrohn across from him for a moment. Well, that meant it wast morning in the slightest, if Chrohn was already on his first of his daily fifteen ice cream bowls. Ama going into that coma took a heavy toll on his housemate, which made Dusty's concerns about Mizumi seem trivial. He gave the other boy a polite nod in recognition, then stood up and walked to the bathroom. He had had a restless sleep, plagued by dreams of, who else, Mizumi and almost every hour, he was up and running to the bathroom to splash cold water into his own face to snap him back into reality. He felt unclean, thinking about his partner like that, but the dreams were so...wonderful. It had felt so real, yet so unreal all at the same time. His thoughts began to trail away again as he slipped back into fantasy...
The sting of ice cold water brought him back to the real world as he dunked his head into the basin of the sink. His eyes snapped wide open again and he pulled his head back out of the water, his hair dripping and his ahoge hanging limply on his forehead. He looked in the mirror at himself as he gripped the edges of the sink tighter. "Get it together, man," he berated himself. "She's your partner. You can't think of her like that. She's your best friend and if she knew what was crossing your mind, that'd be it. You'd become nothing but a creepy pervert to her and all that time of being partners and friends would be gone. Besides," he paused, his eyes flashing black for a moment and his shadow letting up wispy trails of black smoke. He knew why he had this as his semblance. The deepest, most accurate faucet of her personality: his feeling of inadequacy and being stuck in the background. "You can't let yourself get distracted. Remember what the goal is, Dusty. Remember why you're here."
Dusty walked out of the bathroom, rubbing a towel all over his head to dry his hair and face off. He plopped back down on the couch and watched TV with the sound of Chrohn's spoon scrapping his bowl in the background.
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Post by Ara Eisold on Aug 11, 2016 8:38:03 GMT -6
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tell me who's the loneliest of all? [attr="class","nabody"]With a fatigued yawn, silver eyes peered up at the ceiling above. She had overslept. ’Greeeaat.' She thought, rubbing her eyes with a degree of frustration that only matched her usual punctuality. Ara rose from the plain-looking sheets, stuffing her feet into the pajama loafers that rested at the bedside. This lagging morning, paired with the plans for the day, was sure to make for an interesting time. Today, she was being transferred to a new house, after requesting to be moved due to issues with her housemates. This morning, no one was around, meaning the blue-haired girl had the building to herself while she prepared. Excellent.Languidly shuffling to the kitchen, Ara went about performing her morning routine. First, breakfast. Just under a pound of fish, four whole eggs, a few cups of oatmeal, and a big glass of orange juice. She was a heavy eater, but it was just what she needed to power through the day. There were times, in fact, where this was all she needed to consume to perform at the top of her game - a day like today, when there wasn’t much happening. Flipping open her Scroll, Ara observed the latest news, expecting to see something regarding the Waters of Life or the people that had warded off the Grimm threat. Much to her surprise, there was nothing. Nothing.Furrowing her brow at the device, she focused on finishing her meal before making her way back upstairs. The bathroom was her next destination, but a quick stop to the shared bedroom was necessary for acquiring the needed toiletries. Shampoo, soaps - all that good stuff. Setting everything down on the counter, Ara leaned forward in the mirror to get a better look at her face. Nothing looked bad per se, leave for a couple eyelashes that decided to do their own thing. A grumpy heave later, Ara readied the water in the shower before squirming free of the shirt she wore to bed, then stepped in. It was a bit of a shock at first, cold water still spraying through the shower head. That was what she needed though, a shock - something to wake her up. As the water heated up, however, she felt all her muscles relax. She tilted her head back, running her fingers through her hair as it took in the water. Often times, Ara believed that a good shower was often taken for granted. Yes, they kept one from smelling like a garbage can, but it was more than that - they provided a bit of ease after a long day, especially when that day was spent hunting the Grimm. Lost in her thoughts, alone to reflect on the days passed, Ara stayed among the warm waters for just short of two hours. Getting dressed went rather smoothly, with Ara donning her school uniform. White blouse, black blazer, and a black skirt. Making her way back to the room, she rummaged through her packed things for a pair of the stockings she generally wore. ’Bingo!’ She cheered silently. Flopping on the bed, she pulled the stockings over her feet and up her legs, then gently slipped her feet into the black dress shoes that completed her attire. Next, the mirror. Ara considered her hair, by far, one of the most important aspects of her appearance. It got her some criticism from her peers, but she cared little about that - it was, to say the least, effective. At least she wasn’t ugly, right? Grinning at her reflection, her silver eyes tracked the movements of her hands as she braided a few strands of hair together. Once that was done, she looped the braid over the crown of her head, then took a few steps back to observe herself. “Perfect!” She said proudly. It had to be what, around noon now? It was time to go! Grabbing her things, Ara made her way out the door and headed off in the direction of the new building she was moving to - her personal effects were going to be sent by later. She wondered what her new roommates were going to be like. All she really knew about the trio was their names. Chrohn, Dusty, and Mizumi. Something had happened to their old housemate, something tragic. It was a subject the girl would be sure to avoid. 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Post by Mizumi Tai on Aug 11, 2016 10:08:59 GMT -6
Mizumi began stirring with a groan, incessant beeping in her ears causing her to reach a shaky hand out and feel around. Eventually she found her alarm clock and clicked it off. She slowly rose, her hair falling down to the center of her back, which was quite a distance for her height. Her light blue pajamas were both covering and baggy, a surprising contrast from her normal orange outfit. She blearily rubbed her eyes, and felt a small tinge of wetness on her hand as she did so. Pulling her hand away, she realized she was crying while she was asleep, if only mildly. Dusty had been rather distant lately, ever since they synchronized during the Waters of Life incident when-. She stopped her train of thought there, tears already forming again in her eyes. The professor's sacrifice had likely saved all of them, but that didn't make it hurt any less. Beyond that, Dusty was avoiding her, trying to avoid her gaze. She hadn't asked him about it, never having a chance between her own grief and never feeling it the right time, with everything happening with Ama. She rolled out of her bed, slipping her feet into comfortable blue slippers and stumbling towards the door.
As she exited the room she caught sight of Dusty walking out of the bathroom, and Mizumi entered the bathroom after he left. Closing the door and running the water she began washing her face, noting the redness of her eyes in the mirror. She had to duck pretty low to get to the sink, but it was either that, get another sink, or force everybody else to stand on something to access it. So she was fine taking a bit more effort so everybody else didn't have to. As she washed up and stared at herself in the mirror, she began thinking back to that day. Finally it clicked what happened, and the shock of it caused her eyes to widen and her to accidentally knock everything off the counter. It all fell to the floor with a clatter, and as she began to pick all the different things up she cursed quietly to herself. She had been so worried, so preoccupied with making sure he was okay, she hadn't put enough focus into shielding her more personal emotions from him. Specifically the emotions she had for him, and now her weakness was making his life more difficult.
She exited the bathroom, still clad in her blue pajamas and with her hair down, and walked hesitantly into the living room. Walking over to Dusty, she waved shyly and sat down next to him. "H-Hi" She blushed and began twirling her hair, never looking straight at Dusty. She waved far less shyly at Chrohn, frowning slightly as she did. It must be hard for him, with everything going on with Ama. But he was strong, if anybody could get through something like that it was Chrohn. "How have you been Dusty? You...you've been pretty distant lately." Her words came out a little pouty, with the slightest twinge of disappointment and sadness in them. Of course, all her words had a little bit of sadness in them, as she was rather sad about all the various things that had happened. Even still, she smiled at him as if to say "don't worry, take us much time as you need." Anyone who didn't know Mizumi would probably believe she was fine with that smile alone, but Dusty had known her long enough to know to read more into her words then her looks, as she was very good at looking fine when she wasn't.
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Post by Dusty Ghrian on Aug 11, 2016 22:08:17 GMT -6
Even after the pep talk he had given himself, Dusty still found himself averting his gaze when Mizumi walked past him to get to the bathroom. He was soon finding that his cheeks natural pigment was crimson red. So much for that, he thought to himself in frustration. Clearly, his willpower was weaker than he would have hoped if his resolve every time Mizumi was in his direct line of sight. Why couldn't things just go back to the way they were before, when he and Mizumi were just best friends and partners? He gave a resigned sigh, running his fingers through his hair. He couldn't deny it: it was only a matter of time before the feelings he had unwittingly buried deep within himself became unearthed and slowly gnawed at him like a weak zombie.
Man, love sucks, Dusty thought now that he was back on the couch. He didn't like all the sensations he was getting every time he saw Mizumi. Butterflies filled his stomach, his chest felt tight, his cheeks felt like they were on fire, and his brain, arms, and legs all decided at once that they would stop working properly. He sighed again, closing his eyes as he tried to ease the feelings all across his body. When he opened his eyes again, his efforts had all been for nothing, as Mizumi was standing there, waving at him shyly. A bead of sweat dripped down the side of his face as he felt his resolve emulate a brick wall trying to hold up against a wrecking ball. shit was the only thought to cross his mind as he felt his entire body seizing up as she walked over and sat next to him. Her long, brown hair down to her back with one strand being twirled around in her finger that he wanted to reach out and touch himself. Her loose, light blue pajamas that he couldn't help but think brought out her eyes. The blushing and shy look on her face. The weak zombie gnawing at his insides got a fresh wave of strength and roared loudly with desire. It was like whatever deity out there had poured a bucket of pure cute on top of Mizumi, knowing full well Dusty couldn't have done anything to resist it.
Instead of responding to Mizumi, the only noise Dusty managed to produce was a strangled gurgle. His blush deepened as he coughed into his hand, clearing his throat. In his own internal struggle, the love zombie had managed to get beat back by a stick for a short while, enough to let Dusty form coherent sentences. "O-oh, you know... Just, uh, got a lot on my mind right now, with all that's happened recently," he said. He didn't need to look at Mizumi to know he'd upset her pretty badly by pulling so far away from her, fake smile or no. He scratched at the back of his head as he continued, "I'm...I'm sorry for not sleeping with yo- I mean, not sleeping in the same room as you, too. It's just...um...too hot in there for me. Something must be wrong with the, uh, AC...or something."
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Post by chrohn on Aug 12, 2016 15:27:29 GMT -6
Chrohn was lazily scrounging through the near full tub of ice-cream when Dusty sat down to join him. No words, no real eye contact, just usual manly ways of dealing with emotional problems: letting it sit there and stew. Chrohn didn't really care, after months of getting to know his other roomies, he knew everyone had their own way of going about things.
He, himself, knew not much about how he would go about things, but it was fairly easy for those who knew him to tell. Usually, Chrohn was quiet and his eyes were bright, now he was simply withdrawn with no real desire to speak aside from what's necessary with jaded eyes. He'd wave and occasionally say hello now and then, but aside from that it was all that seemed to be said. Chrohn's will to live was not affected, but his enjoyment of carrying about his day was certainly lacking what it used to.
While Dusty was abound the couch, Chrohn kept to his corner slightly curled up with his hands protectively guarding the frozen delight, all while flipping through various channels to find something that was interesting. Given, this was essentially to no avail and to some extent, Chrohn felt he would be doomed to be a channel surfer til the end of time.
When Mizumi arrived from her room and waved, Chrohn looked at her and lazily waved back with the spoon in hand to return the greeting. This was essentially the end of his paying attention until Dusty started speaking again. Between the point of lost interest and regained interest, Chrohn was simply staring blankly at the TV as he flipped through channels and slowly shoveled ice-cream into his mouth.
The start of his regained attention was with the mention of the AC being broken. Chrohn started speaking at a relatively audible volume that diminished as he went through his words. "AC's not broke! It's one of the few things I've learned to fix since coming back. Not my fault you are just being a pussy with the air If anything, it should be in better condition than it started. Functionally at least..." Chrohn actually had a wide grin at what he said, probably the first one in weeks. He was amused at what he said. His words were meant in jest, but he didn't really know how Dusty took it. He was looking at them, waiting for a response to his poor attempt at comedy, completely oblivious to the air between the two lovestruck warriors. Then his mind drifted off, was it bad that I kept one of her scarves before they moved her stuff out.
The AC on the other hand, looked absolutely hideous and downright terrifying to any mechanic, but it was in fact, in better condition than it started in.
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Post by Ara Eisold on Aug 13, 2016 16:06:48 GMT -6
[attr="class","notafraid"] [attr="class","naimg"] [attr="class","naimgborder"] [attr="class","nalyrics"]Mirror, tell me something
tell me who's the loneliest of all? [attr="class","nabody"]Vytal Island. It was a beautiful place, despite having recently been ravaged by the forces of Grimm. The streets cleaned up nicely, and life went on as if nothing had ever happened - well, to some at least. As she traversed the streets, Ara shared smiles and waves with some of the citizens. Despite her usual demeanor, she wasn’t all bad, she simply felt that she had to maintain her image from time to time. That image, much to her peers’ dismay, was of a spoiled brat. There were some things Ara felt entitled to, sure, but many times she was simply playing a part. Regardless, it was effective, and fulfilled its purpose. Over the course of several minutes, it became apparent to Ara that she had veered far off course. She knew most of the island by heart, and this was certainly not the way to the group house she was moving to. Looking around, she caught glimpse of a small flower shop nearby. “Maybe I can try to make a good impression on everyone.” She muttered to herself, then nodding. “Yup. That’s what I’ll do, alright.” Skipping slightly, she made her way to the shop and slowly inched through the door. Despite seeing it often, Ara had never taken the time to check the store out. It was fairly modest, but definitely a place that had its niche market figured out. Looking over the selection proved difficult at first. Ara’s brow furrowed as she tried to decide what kind of flowers to get for two guys and a girl - to her, it was much harder than it sounded. The shopkeeper approached her, an older woman that Ara had seen around town before. “Is there anything I can help you find, miss?” She said with a warm smile. Pondering for a moment, Ara responded with a nod and a huff. “Yeah, I’m trying to get something as a ‘Hey, I’m new. Maybe we can be friends?’ kind of thing for my new roommates.” She replied, her silver eyes glossing over the selection. “Anything you’d recommend? It’s two guys and a girl.”“I actually think I have just the thing!” The woman said confidently. “If you’ll meet me at the counter, I’ll be right back!” With a relaxed smile, Ara nodded, laughing quietly at the woman’s enthusiasm. She did as requested, moving herself from the arrangement of flowers to the counter up front. Her wait was relatively short, with the woman returning within a minute or two. In her arms was a bouquet, one that really popped - it was perfect for what the girl needed. “How does this look?” The woman asked, setting it down carefully. “You’ve got red carnations, yellow daisies, purple montecasino, and green button poms. A perfect bouquet for a couple of guys and a gal!”“It’s perfect, ma’am, thank you!” Ara replied with a nod. “This will do just fine!” Completing the transaction, Ara left the flower shop and continued off in the proper direction. The walk wasn’t very long, only a few blocks, until she finally arrived at the house. She looked up to the roof, then back down to the door, taking in a slow breath to ease her nerves. She was getting nervous now, worrying that maybe they wouldn’t like her. It was now or never. Balling her hand into a fist, Ara covered her mouth as she cleared her throat, then reached up towards the surface of the door. Knock! Knock! Knock![attr="class","natag"]639 ● chrohn ● flowers yis [attr="class","cred"]MADE BY VEL OF WW + GS[newclass=.notafraid]width:460px;background:#fefefe;border:1px solid #eee;[/newclass] [newclass=.naimg]background:url('http://ultraimg.com/images/2016/08/10/1xss.jpg');width:400px;height:200px;margin-top:30px;[/newclass] [newclass=.naimgborder]width:375px;height:175px;border:4px #fefefe solid;background:transparent;margin-top:-191px;[/newclass] [newclass=.nalyrics]font-family:georgia;font-size:15px;text-transform:uppercase;[/newclass] [newclass=.nabody]width:400px;font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;line-height:14px;letter-spacing:1px;text-align:justify;color:#888;[/newclass] [newclass=.natag]font-size:9px;color:#aaa;text-align:center;text-transform:lowercase;[/newclass] [newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass] [newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass] |
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Post by Mizumi Tai on Aug 14, 2016 17:19:53 GMT -6
Mizumi nodded, accepting Dusty's excuse without question. She knew the AC was fine, even before Chrohn butted in and shut down the validity of the excuse. Mizumi smiled gently at Dusty, placing her hand lightly on his shoulder. "Relax, take us much time as you need, okay?" Her eyes were soft and warm, smiling just as much as her lips were at the time. There wasn't a hint of disappointment or sorrow in her words or face, as she was perfectly fine to simply let Dusty sort through things on his own. At least, that's what she told herself, and everybody else, and for a while she would likely be fine. Before she could continue though, a knock at the door caught her attention. "I've got it." She stood and strode over to the door, one that was a little too small for Mizumi to fit through without ducking, and opened it. Mizumi was ducking slightly to see through the door, but still found herself having to look down to meet eyes with the new arrival. Before her stood a thin woman with long blue hair and silver eyes holding a bouquet of flowers. It took Mizumi a second to remember that they were expecting someone today, and blushed as she looked down at her blue pajamas and undone hair.
"I am so sorry, I forgot that today was the day you were arriving." She stepped aside and held her arm out in a welcoming gesture, still blushing and not making eye contact with Ara. "Please, come on in." After that she mostly just stood there awkwardly, trying her hardest not to look awkward. She failed miserably, fiddling with her hair and tapping her fingers on her legs, all the while with an awkward smile on her face. Her eyes flickered around the room, trying not to linger too long on any one person. She succeeded with Chrohn, not ever resting her gaze on him for too long, but didn't do so well for the other two. She ended up staring at Ara because she'd be living with this person for a while, she wanted to learn what she could from her face. As for Dusty, well Mizumi's eyes simply stayed on him for a while because she couldn't help it. Her face brightened for a few moments as she stayed staring at him just a second too long, before blushing and turning away. This went on for a while, and would likely continue unless someone snapped her out of it.
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Post by Dusty Ghrian on Aug 16, 2016 7:10:26 GMT -6
Dusty shot Chrohn an urgent that was half icy glare, half look of alarm. God dammit, Chrohn. Why did he have to be so thick headed. It was painfully clear that Mizumi and Dusty had interest in each other and the young man couldn't understand how their roommate couldn't see the romantic tension that was so obvious, rose petals may as well be falling around them as a violin played in the background. Ultimately, it didn't matter. He couldn't blame Chrohn for not being one to pay attention to the world right now and one glance at Mizumi confirmed that she knew. Her beautiful, smiling face clearly read that she saw right through him. He cursed mentally again, at himself for coming up with such a weak excuse and for letting this get to him so badly. Mizumi didn't look bothered at all, save a light blush to her cheeks. He nodded at her suggestion, still not looking up at her. "How long will that take, though?" he thought to himself as Mizumi went to answer the door.
As their new roommate entered the building, Dusty stood up and adjusted his pajamas to make him seem somewhat presentable. "Sorry for the mess. We've had a pretty...rough week," he said as he walked towards Ara. He extended a hand for her to shake, putting on his usual "confident smirk" expression and hopinghis face didn't look like a tomato anymore. "The name's Dusty and the big girl right here is Mizumi," he pointed a thumb in his partner's direction, though he could see her staring at him out of the corner of his eye. "In the living room is Chrohn, but he may not be up for conversation right now. In the meantime, make yourself at home. We can show you to your room and help you unpack if you'd like."
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Post by chrohn on Aug 16, 2016 8:21:52 GMT -6
The man was oblivious to the cold glare he received from the other male due to the attention being elsewhere. He was still blankly staring at the TV while the programs went on until the door opened.
From that point, it seemed all attention in the room was on the new team member. Dusty and Mizumi were by the door to greet her while Chrohn waved to her with mild disinterest from the couch. So this was her replacement, huh? I wonder what she can bring to the table. If there was information sent to the team beforehand, Chrohn either never received or never looked hard enough because up until a few seconds ago, the only thing he knew about the new member was that they were either a human being or a faunus.
After a few more scoops of ice cream he rose, shuffled over to the kitchen, put the spoon in the sink and the tub of ice-cream back in the freezer before laying claim to his half of the couch once more. Is this how she felt when I replaced whoever her previous partner was? If so, she was certainly amazing at hiding it to say the least. Then as he started to drift off in thought once more, he remembered the flowers that the stranger, the woman, the new teammate had. How should I go about addressing her? he thought, I don't know her that well and I'm not entirely appreciative on how quickly they replaced her. "Newbie, could you please set the flowers in the vase that's beside the sink? I'll add water to them later," is ultimately what came out, whether or not Chrohn realized it.
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