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[artiscordis.livejournal.com]

[Now that it's raining - blood but Argentine doesn't know that - the statue has come out to play! Well, more like he's come out to stare at the sky, head tipped back in confusion. The rain doesn't bother him at all despite getting in his eyes, though it does bother his raccoon. He currently has it bundled into his coat where it seems content to sleep.

Argentine, meanwhile, is content to be a turkey and stare up.]

This isn't rain.

[He is the master of observation.]

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[artiscordis.livejournal.com]

[Argentine listens to his Creator!! And comes inside the ball room. His raccoon wakes up from the movement - he was standing there a while, his soaked clothes can prove it - and he let's it down to wander around inside.]

[ex_fatalist246]

[Satoshi gives him a cursory examination for weather damage] People who die here have blood like this rain.

[artiscordis.livejournal.com]

[He is still for his examine, just dripping all over the ballroom floor.] I wonder why. But I have nothing like that.

[ex_fatalist246]

You don't have blood. There's nothing to replace.