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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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::She moves to your hands and tries to embrace your's.::

She was acting so strange... but it's just Jeanette Dianne Grave...

... You would...

*Just be a bit careful, there. He wasn't kidding about the nails being sharp.*

Mn... A lot of people at this school act strange. Anyone would be.

But one shouldn't usually expect that they're acting strange for such means. Assumptions like that... End up driving others apart.

::Cradles her hands in his.::

Yes...

They... do...

I'm weak.

*He lets her, before looking at her in slight confusion.*

How are you weak?

I'm... weak. I could... get her back if I could duel Jeanette...

I... I'm cold. I have no friends. Noone loves me...

Not really anyways. My mother treats me as if I don't exist anymore...

Maybe if I were someone else...

::She sounds really... sorta... out there, voice wise. As if everything isn't plugged in properly.::

*Feels a bit of a sting at certain parts of that.*

... Don't you think that I like you?

...

::She blushes pretty red.::

*... It really is cute when she does that oh damnit I'm going to be kicking myself later again aren't I. Change topic change topic change topic...*

... You said that... If you dueled Miss Grave, you'd be able to get her back, right? *He smiles at her, trying to seem comforting.*

You say that you're weak, because you haven't done it yet, I take it...?

But I see it more as just being cautious. You'd want to be sure... You'd want to be confident that you could win, right?

... If I was confident... I'd of gotten my sister back. Shiyoko wouldn't be this weak...

Like I said. You'd want to be confident.

You're going against the girl who managed to get to Shiyoko, it seems. I'd be taking the utmost care of the situation. Making sure that I can have the fullest confidence in my abilities. Making sure that my deck can hold out, for me...

*He laughs softly... Before sighing.* Of course, this is just preaching what I should probably be taking to heart, myself.

*He glances away slightly, looking around the room... Just how clean it is... Mn...*

... If I were in a situation that I would need to be confident, about my abilities, would you be confident in me?

... I... need to make a deck that's serious. Then...

... Oh?

Yes. I would.

::She seems to smile at him... and then depressingly notices her room's state.::

Apologies.

*Smiles at her saying that she would, before rubbing his head at the apology.*

Why apologize? I'm glad that you'd be confident in me... As I would be, to you.

When you make that deck... Do you mind if I help you test it, perhaps?

... ::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.::

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