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[outofoffice]

Who: sensitIV + friends + enemies
Where: sensitIV
When: Day 447, post-game

[ what the fuck. ]

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[proceedwithcautus]

Wah...

Not too much, okay...?

[outofoffice]

[ What the fuck is too much pillows, Eirene? Huh???? ]

Too warm?

[proceedwithcautus]

Mm... it might get too stifling.



I don't know what to do now.

[outofoffice]

It's pretty outrageous that we're just . . . expected to go back to normal life, huh?

[proceedwithcautus]

Well—

...nn, it's just that—in some ways, I'd rather have pressing business or some chore to do.

[outofoffice]

Ummm . . . oh! I have an idea.

[ He pulls out his phone and disappears for a few minutes.

And when he returns, he drops a 1000 page sudoku book in front of her. ]

[proceedwithcautus]

...





I guess I am that kind of person.

[outofoffice]

Poring over numbers that don't actually mean anything seems to be a passion of yours, so give it a shot!

[proceedwithcautus]

V—

[ pause ]

Mr. Venti, most of the time the numbers do mean quite a bit...

[ but she's also opening up the sudoku book. thank ]

[outofoffice]

[ Sticks out his tongue ]

Money that exists only as a speculative number on paper is merely a figment of our imaginations!

[proceedwithcautus]

Until it can be exchanged for goods or services!




Such as alcohol.