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[headmt]

[HIM, BELIEVE HIM.]

Beau was there. You couldn't pay me 1000 gold to lay one on her.

[enfangs]

[a snort]

All right, I believe you. Looks like you sure left an impression on others, though!

[headmt]

Maybe they were simply jealous.

[hm]

[enfangs]

[white slowly raises an eyebrow.]

[headmt]

Who was it.

[Also]

Can we get off the bloody elevator?

[enfangs]

Hey, I ain't a snitch.

—Oh, right.

[he will. step out now.]

[headmt]

There were only five people in the room. I'm not saying I know, I'm only saying I've a good guess.

[following, thanks!]

Where were you?

[enfangs]

So who's your guess, huh?

Rec room.

[headmt]

Mm. Beau might, but she's been soft on me lately so I doubt it's her. Ming Yi might hold a grudge but doesn't seem the false gossip type. Shi Qingxuan, well. She'd have no reason. So that leaves Harrow.

[harrow isnt wrong that mollys a slut though]

Any strange, lingering visions or signs?

[enfangs]

... Well, I still ain't saying anything!

Just the constant kung fu on TV.

[headmt]

There's those words again . . .

[he doesn't know either kung fu or tv]

[enfangs]

... What parts are you not getting.

[headmt]

"Kung fu"?

. . . "TV."

Oh-- wait. That's the-- thing. The box. So I do know that one.

[enfangs]

Yeah, that! Normally, like, it shows a bunch of different stuff, but now it only shows, uh... people fighting each other? Martial arts?