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[furyoftheflame.livejournal.com]

*Axel enters the dressing room, frowning in discontent as he enters the kitchen, seeing how much of a mess it is. Tsking, he picks up a bucket of fried chicken and stares down inside to see nothing but bare bones.*

And no left overs...

*He glances around.*

Who the hell did this? And why didn't they invite me to join in?

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[fleurdemort.livejournal.com]

Hrm?

[furyoftheflame.livejournal.com]

*He stares at him.*

You? You of all people? You? Aren't you trying to fix up your figure anyways?

[fleurdemort.livejournal.com]

...



Am I?