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[ghostlighter]

[Enter the Griever! As always, the blond hair, glowing red eyes and echo-y voice pretty much guarantee you won't recognize him as Chris. He appears with some momentum, and smacks into the wall of the ballroom. A hand is at his side, where some green blood seeps slowly through his fingers. He looks pretty incredulous.]

Who actually gives a little girl a sniper—?! [Realization dawns!] ...rifle. [He knocks his head back against the wall. Guess who just discovered his merge with Henrietta?] You've got to be kidding.

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[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[fnskd] I-- [B-BLUSHING]

[hexhax.livejournal.com]

[A chuckle.] Your secret's safe with me. Promise. [Offers a pinkie.]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Stares at the proffered pinkie.] What's that mean?

[hexhax.livejournal.com]

[Here, guiding your hand so pinkies link together.] Pinky swear. It's a way to seal a promise.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Aha! Something new has been learned.] Oh. I've never done this before.

[hexhax.livejournal.com]

[A small chuckle.] Well, there's a first time for everything. [Letting go now~] Are we okay now? [Smile~]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Um. Yes, I suppose. I'm sorry.

[hexhax.livejournal.com]

[Standing then.] No need to apologize. I understand.