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[Filtered from those who believe in Mujura; Filtered from Wakahisa, Noriko]
An... Odd question, that I would like to get opinions and information on.

But does anyone know anything about possession? As in a supernatural sense?

Anything said is well-appreciated.

[Private to Shiroko]
... You left something, last night.

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... ::Blushes.:: My room... ::She smiles, rubbing her smaller hand in your's..:

*... He's at least very glad that she doesn't seem disturbed...... That, and that feels actually pretty nice. Why.*

I don't see why you'd be apologizing to me about it.

::Because she's just... brushing her hand against your's.::

It's... not right.

*... He'd probably be enjoying this a lot more right now if he didn't feel that nagging guilt in the back of his mind.*

It will be. Not as it is right now... But at the time when you are confident, it will be "right" again.

Alright?

... ::She smiles happily. While dressed as a cult hooker. :| ::

*... Trying to ignore the cult hooker part. ... and the fact that there's too much skin being exposed, most likely. At least he's not hungry at the moment. He looks down at their hands, seemingly thinking.

... Definitely making no rush to point out what she is doing.*

::Her hands are definitely more petite than your's. But they're worn. Calloused. Beaten. Scarred. Tougher than most girls' hands.::

*... He at least knows why they're like that. ... And he really doesn't mind that they are. After all, she's holding his like they're not as disturbing as he really thinks they are, and are; should he really complain if they're a bit on the tough side?

However, he then shakes his head, laughing to himself about something.*

You alright?

::She likes your hands.::

*He nods slightly. Also what is with him finding girls who actually like his mutations. He can't be that lucky, can he.*

I just... I find this to be nice. Nicer than anything that I tend to experience... I just can't help but wonder if I'll be getting my hands back anytime soon. *He's smiling, so he obviously isn't bothered by it. Just genuinely asking if he'll have them back at all.*

::It's just... strong masculine hands.::

... Sorry.

::She blushes and lets go. And backs up uneasily in her stripper heels.::

*... Before she backs up, and reaches up, and places a hand onto her shoulder.*

You don't need to apologize about that... And you don't need to back down, when I point it out.

I was just asking. After all... It felt... Nice, when you did that.

Really. Sorry.

::She waves her hands embarassed. Pulling away, and sitting at the computer.::

*He laughs again to himself, shaking his head.*

... I should probably take my leave, right now, shouldn't I...?

... When you're ready to test out your deck, just tell me. Alright? I'd be honored to help, Shiroko.

Alright...

::She rubs her arms embarassed.::

*He walks to the door, pausing after opening it.*

... I enjoyed being with you, Shiroko.

Immensely. *He smiles at her, before taking his leave.*

::She smiles back.

And when he leaves, she produces a well deserved girlish sigh of longing.

Then she looks to the Laptop as something switches on in her head, her body taking on a more masculine look to it, as it begins punching away.::

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