[ Too bad, he came anyways. In his hands is a box, filled with the kettle, teas, cups he "borrowed" from the feast, and sitting right on top, a piece of strawberry cake.
He knocks after checking his cuff. ]
I'm here to pick up your corpse.
[ Maybe he shouldn't joke about that given all that's been happening, but Nic started it! ]
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He knocks after checking his cuff. ]
I'm here to pick up your corpse.
[ Maybe he shouldn't joke about that given all that's been happening, but Nic started it! ]