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[Enter Firo, looking alarmed and unhappy. He's wearing a formal bronze tunic and black silk breeches, a sleeveless black overrobe embroidered in gold. Bracelets with what looks like a royal crest stamped across them are clasped tightly around his wrists.]

The hell is going on. Angie? Angie! [He takes a few steps, turns and paces the other direction.] Dammit. Angie, where are you?!



[[And here's where Firo's half of the experiment starts]]

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[He can't help a snort of amusement.] I'm having trouble with that picture.

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

You're not alone in that.

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Any danger yet, though?

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

None that I've experienced.

[contract_star]

[Blinks and is silent a moment, since Hei doesn't think he's ever heard a sentence like that from Firo. Then he shrugs.]

Well, you've already gotten used to dealing with mafia men and monsters--now you just have to get used to dealing with the court, I suppose.

Good luck.