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[didorothy]

[sitting at a desk in the middle of the Astral Plane, working on his paperwork like a good little nancy boy. And, like a good little nancy boy, he's listening to a broadway musical. On the glasses Fumie gave him, to be specific.

In fact, he's singing along to one. Yes indeed, Sam's singing "If You Were Gay."]

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[didorothy]

I will be. Promised Fumie, didn't I? I keep my promises.

Li. I doubt you'll take me up on this offer, but you can talk to me. Open invitation.

[contract_star]

[Smiles gently.]

[There's a long pause, and then he finally relaxes.] I'll remember that.

[didorothy]

[at that, Sam gives something like a smile] Good.