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[controllingluck]

[An automated sounding computer voice says:] This is the in box of Himawari Kunogi, Please leave a message!

[After a moment there is a new notice, this time the girl speaks in a cheerful voice]
Hello! This is Himawari. If you have a question about the city or wish to have some assistance looking up jobs or places for rent, please leave me a message and I will get back to you as soon as possible!

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[call]

[controllingluck.livejournal.com]

That sounds fine. I'm not going anywhere. [and it gave her a moment to clean up. Or, well, her place was fine, so perhaps it gave her a moment to pass out for forty minutes then get up and change to be somewhat presentable.]

[Go on with your bad self and fuss on, or use it as a research project which might be easier to explain to cover for fussing. None the less...]

Well, it is easier to just blame something else and move on. [she admitted. That was how the world worked though. She sometimes worked that way too, sadly... it's always her bad luck] Or at least that's how it seems around here.

[call]

[soldierfirst]

Good. That saves me the trouble of hunting you down. [It was a tease, but he really would try to find her if she tried to hide from him. He was glad that she wasn't.] Is there anything I can pick up for you?

[Shush, you.]

Yes. The path of least resistance. We've all done it. [There was a small shrug, that of course she couldn't see.] I would not worry on it, unless it becomes habit.