Noel Vermillion (
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lucetilogs2012-01-04 08:29 pm
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Who: Makoto, Noel, Tsubaki
What: Converting Tsubaki
When: January 4th
Where: the BAKERY
Summary: Makoto, Noel, and Tsubaki are merry and talk about girly things while stuffing their faces. Tsubaki's living quarters are questioned...!
Rating: G
[As sad as it sounds, it had been some time since the girls have really gotten together and done something. Thankfully, today would change that. After contacting Tsubaki via the journal, Makoto and Noel met up with her and head to the direction of the bakery to enjoy one of their favorite past-times!
Eating. Eating delicious food.
So here they were, not really caring about their waistline for just today.]
Wow... this is all so delicious! Don't you guys think so?
What: Converting Tsubaki
When: January 4th
Where: the BAKERY
Summary: Makoto, Noel, and Tsubaki are merry and talk about girly things while stuffing their faces. Tsubaki's living quarters are questioned...!
Rating: G
[As sad as it sounds, it had been some time since the girls have really gotten together and done something. Thankfully, today would change that. After contacting Tsubaki via the journal, Makoto and Noel met up with her and head to the direction of the bakery to enjoy one of their favorite past-times!
Eating. Eating delicious food.
So here they were, not really caring about their waistline for just today.]
Wow... this is all so delicious! Don't you guys think so?
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Makoto may not know, but Noel does. Mr. Dave and Miss Litchi...]
...emptier? [Hell yeah she'll finish that sentence.]
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Tao and Kazuma are still there, but... [She hesitates and starts fidgeting with the napkin.] Litchi's the one who let me stay in that house, and it still feels like it belongs to her. Now that she and David are gone... well, it just doesn't feel right to be there without them, somehow.
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Wouldn't the solution be to move out, then?
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