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[no_justice]

He's by the fireplace today on one of those very comfortable armchairs. His feet are crossed up on the coffee table and there's a copy of the Times open over his face. The tool of his trade is resting against the chair back, in easy reach for when he gets up.

It's a very odd position to find a skeleton in, but this is Milliways, after all.

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[hapan-heiress.livejournal.com]

She nods wisely. "Indeed."

Allana curtsies nicely. "Pleasure meetin' you, Mr. Death."

[no_justice]

And you, Princess Allana.

Death bows where he sits. If we meet again maybe you could show me this bwaiding you speak of.

He has no idea was bwaiding is, but if it's fun, he'd like to try it.

[hapan-heiress.livejournal.com]

Allana grins brightly and promises that she will show him, absolutely.


That said, she skips off towards the door, tripping slightly on her skirt.