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[thealicegame.livejournal.com]

[ Suigintou has found herself here again, and she's not in a very good mood.

She has a bunch of red roses, in a glass vase with a little card that has some sort of a "get well" message scribbled on it. She throws the vase down, shattering it, and then goes about grinding the poor flowers into the floor with the heels of her little boots. ]

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[b-ittersweets.livejournal.com]

... [After watching for a while longer, with his eyes growing wider, and his expression more psychotic, he says:] Are you going to leave them flattened and pathetic on the ground like that?

[thealicegame.livejournal.com]

[ Psycho, meet mini-psycho. She scoffs. ]

That is where they belong, isn't it? Disgusting things.

[b-ittersweets.livejournal.com]

[Nice to meet you, mini-psycho.]

You aren't going to destroy them further? Like maybe with-- [He stops. No giving little girls advice on destruction, B.]

[thealicegame.livejournal.com]

[ Too late, B, she's interested now. ]

With what, hmm?

[b-ittersweets.livejournal.com]

[Has his finger to his lip, smirking] Like with fire. [A chill passes through his body at the memory, but he shows no signs other than widening his eyes more.]

[thealicegame.livejournal.com]

[ Oh, no pleasant memories of fire here. Suigintou in fact remembers the blue flames that turned her into nothing because of that idiot Shinku... ]

Hmph. They are not worth the effort.

[b-ittersweets.livejournal.com]

[Nods mindlessly, almost like he's rethinking the idea.] Perhaps.

[thealicegame.livejournal.com]

[ Eventually, Suigintou picks up one of the less crushed blossoms, tears it apart rather coldly, and tosses the petals in the air. Then she lifts a hand, and numerous black feathers dice the petals into tiny, red and withered pieces.

She then looks rather smugly satisfied. ]

[b-ittersweets.livejournal.com]

[...Watches.] That's interesting...how did you do that?