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let's mingle.
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( sauntering down these body-packed streets, bumping into everyone you could possibly meet. )
get a-minglin', zodionites. perhaps we can share a drink or ten and perhaps a touch or two, but watch your fingers. she'll bite.
no subject
[Absorbing the information, a certain level of detachment affixes itself to Itachi's expression. There's a thin film of uncertainty there, as if he regrets the direction of this conversation. But even Frühling's sharp prying claws won't reach it.]
It suits you, I suppose.
[Whether he looks at her in a different light remains to be seen, because there's already a darkness he knows exists in both of them.]
I murdered my clan and left my younger brother alive. He was too weak to stop me.
[It's spoken with no feeling.]