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[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

[ Angela is here, with some paper. She's written down a list of words on it, and is pondering it with a rather annoyed look. She's also grumbling to herself, indignant. ]

I look nothing like a muffin! Who does he think he is?

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[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

[ Smile. ] Hey, Li.

[contract_star]

[Smiles back.] Looks like you're doing better.

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

Yeah, still a little sick to my stomach, but it's almost all gone now. [ She looks down at the paper, eyes darkening. ] Looks like I'm not the Twins' target anymore.

[contract_star]

I can get you some tea for that, if you want. [He nods, his own expression darkening.] Good. It seems that, no matter what they do to us, they don't actually want any of us dead.

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

Tea sounds nice, if you'll have a cup with me. [ She looks away. ] They just want to drive us insane. Or drive us apart. It looks like they're messing with Firo now.

[contract_star]

[Smiles and then disappears off the Plane, reappearing a few minutes later with two steaming cups of tea. He hands her one.]

[Darkly,] They're doing a good job. And yeah...I saw Firo.

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

[ She takes the tea with an appreciative smile and sips at it. ]

... It's pretty much taking all of my will power not to go after them right now.

[contract_star]

[Sips his own.]

I don't think it would help. They're more powerful than anything I've encountered.