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[bemist]

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[unrequite]

[ Romance is alive and kicking!! Or at least Midnight grabs his heart like it is, wincing in theatrical pain. ]

Oh, how the bitter must come with the sweet! If only I'd recorded that... ah, but how would a mere recording compare to the sweet memory of your blessed tolerance to my charms?

[ ... Okay, back to full silly, apparently? He's like a superball: you can't keep him down, even though after about two seconds you probably really want to. ]

[bemist]

... And on that note, you're clearly fine now, so I'll be leaving.

[ Gebura continues to be So Sweet. ]

[unrequite]

Ah — Miss Gebura, at least bring your food with you...

[ Midnight will get up, stick his now fully wrapped sandwich in his pocket, then pick up the pizza and begin boxing it up as best as he can while also trying to keep up with wherever Miss Gebura's going. Because he's stupid. He's... stupid... ]

[bemist]

[ MIDNIGHT, PLEASE... as soon as he starts trying to keep up, she turns around to reach for the pizza. Sir. Sir, just go rest already. ]

[unrequite]

[ HE WILL. Later! For now, I will forcibly fade this scene to black so Midnight can have an excellent time pestering his beloved Miss Gebura tomorrow with whatever the TDM holds. For this evening, though, he'll be at her heels like a lovesick puppy. En... enjoy?? ]

[bemist]

[ The only real victory here is that he can't possibly go hit on her coworkers if he's bugging her instead.

Thanks, buddy. ]