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[captnkennit.livejournal.com]

I must admit, I don't usually expect to have unconscious boys delivered to my door. My thanks to the anonymous benefactor who left him there; he's quite recovered now. Next time perhaps you will know to take him to his own room, which is on the first floor of an entirely different building. Hopefully the eighteen samurai who did the damage are similarly recovering from their own wounds which I am assured are numerous.


Waffles are odd, and the people in the Dome are also - decidedly moreso in person, as I discovered at Sofer's little gathering yesterday.


Despite the fact that I have promised innumerable young ladies dances, I don't actually have an escort to the ball. My room-mate has already been asked, which is to be expected of such a wonderful girl - though of course, if she doesn't have the finest time possible I will likely be strongly dissatisfied. As I am not interested in throwing myself to the whims of a matchmaking service; are there any young ladies in dire need of a date? I promise I will be an utter gentleman, and you would be under no obligation to spend time with me past the front door.


Finally, Iori Junpei. I there a particular gift that you would like to receive this Yule?

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[dozenpapercuts.livejournal.com]

Oh man, I have no idea. I hadn't thought about it at all.

Well, actually, a new keyboard would be really sweet. Mine kinda got messsed because I spilled soda on it on accident.

[captnkennit.livejournal.com]

I think I can manage that. Let me know if you have any bright ideas.

[dozenpapercuts.livejournal.com]

Sweetness.