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Most of the week has come and gone in relative peace; it's an uneasy peace, but the fact is that it exists, and sometimes that's the most one can ask for. Friday dawns like the rest of the week before it – the clock chimes the hour at seven, the doors to the kitchen and the mail room unlock and swing partially ajar of their own volition, and the building is quiet. Perhaps this week has passed relatively painlessly, and no one's decided to find out what your captor means by that last rule of his; perhaps the communal lifestyle has remained undisturbed, whether due to the lack of threat to everyone's well-being from any sort of outside source or just because no one sees a reason to push their luck. Or perhaps somebody decided to be a damn overachiever and take some initiative. Only one way to find out, isn't there? >Explore? |

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How many apron dresses can she steal.]
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Is there anything else or is she gonna have to go steal off the desk?]
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If you want to look in the trunk there's also a leather eyepatch from the machine. It's supposed to be worn on the left eye, so maybe Kaneki just preferred the one he showed up in.]
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Ok, what's on the desk that she can take?]
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(Except the Small Bottles and The Black Goat's Egg, which Hibiki has.)
Are you going to take it all, Tabby-- OF COURSE YOU ARE.]
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look it's a sign of affection. he's dead, but tabby sure has his stuff. NEVERMIND THE FACT THAT SHE'D STEAL IT EVEN IF HE WAS ALIVE. THAT MAKES IT SOUND LIKE SHE'S A BAD PERSON.]
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That's unfortunately all there is to steal in here! At least you got some maid dresses. Those will surely come in handy.]