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[ALL TEXT. NO FILTERS. FINAL DESTINATION.]
IVO.HAMISH. GERALD. ROBOTNIK.
IVO.
[Flurrie has been scarce since Aminal Week. On the rare occasion that you do see her outside of her office, she's seemed a bit cross and terse in conversation. Apparently, somebody didn't take to being a Crested Booka for a week very well.]
Darling, when we are married, promise me that we'll honeymoon somewhere far away from here!
[She's currently holed up in her office again and it smells like tea in there. DARE YOU ENTER?]
((OFFICE LOG? IDK if you'd like to catch her in her office give it a shot! She's had a while to cool off from being a smelly bird/kangaroo/giraffe thing but divas never forget. Or forgive.))
Darling, when we are married, promise me that we'll honeymoon somewhere far away from here!
[She's currently holed up in her office again and it smells like tea in there. DARE YOU ENTER?]
((OFFICE LOG? IDK if you'd like to catch her in her office give it a shot! She's had a while to cool off from being a smelly bird/kangaroo/giraffe thing but divas never forget. Or forgive.))
