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HELLO

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GOODBYE

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[selfconcept]

right outside the manor is fine
see you there

[ Hien stands outside next to the front door of Purrfect Penance, looking up at the "sky". He wants a smoke so bad. If only it worked. ]

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Goodbye!

[OUT HE GOES to find Hien who has no cigarettes to make life easier. Rest in pieces.]

Ah... Hello, monsieur. I'm taking it that you won't need any further medical care?

[selfconcept]

[ if only the manor cats would be gracious and give one to him... alas. i will not be nice to him.

He reaches out to lightly pinch his nose. ]

"Did you forget my name already?"

[ Everything else comes after. ]

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[WOULD YOU STOP BULLYING HIM. YOU HAKI AND HIM HIEN

ALSO WOULD HIEN STOP BULLYING DAHUT!! Dahut is thinking this when he's clearly done no wrong.]

Wah—! Of course not! I have a very good memory, you know!

[Sometimes the monsieurs and mademoiselles just pepper his speech regardless, like a person predisposed to just throwing random sirs and madams out there.]

[selfconcept]

"Then call me by my name. Nothing else."

[ He knows it's Dahut's habit, but this is also why he's mentioning it. Break that habit. ]

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Only Hien, only Hien! I'll remember, don't worry!

[HIS SQUIDWARD VOICE. There are so many people here who insist on not being called any version of mademoiselle or monsieur it's so funny. They really said we're in purgatory enough with the formalities.]

[selfconcept]

[ Hien hates formalities so bad... poor Dahut. He lets go of Dahut's nose. ]

"Good. And I'm doing fine. I'm mostly staying away from everyone else to give them space, since they're not used to people dying, but I am."

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[FREEDOM. He immediately places a paw over his nose and whines like the big fat baby he is.]

You really know how to break the tension! [Reaches out to gently pat his arm, though...] Has anyone been giving you a hard time...?

[selfconcept]

"About this? No."

[ lol lmao ]

"The other things are just something I have to deal with myself."

[artificialsweetener]

People are really choosing now of all times to start trouble over something unrelated...?

[SLIGHTLY INCREDULOUS. Can you people get your shit together. At least care the most about the vore when the vore is freshly happened.]

[selfconcept]

[ Thankfully for Dahut, it's just personal interpersonal relationships that he shouldn't care about. It's fine. ]

"Don't worry about it. I assume you're doing fine?"

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[IS IT FINE. This too is fine though.]

That's my line! I'm not the one who was whisked away on one of these horrible things. Is there anything that I can get for you?

[selfconcept]

"... Coffee, actually."

[ He looks at Dahut for a bit. ]

"Do you make coffee for your boss? Does he have a sense of taste?"

[ just fuckin insults scien "moldy bread eater" brofiise's tastebuds ]

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[HE'S RIGHT TO!!!! Dahut will drag Scien's ass over the coals for any crime at all and also no crimes for the sport of it.]

We don't have coffee, really, but it would probably be too strong for his weak stomach anyway... [They don't have cacao in general. NO COFFEE NO CHOCOLATE.] But! I did learn how to make some here, so I can brew you some!