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[a-erora.livejournal.com]

That's dumb, why would he--

[hello dressing room, have a young-looking female Repliku. she probably looks about nine or ten.]

[ooc: l-lol tempestuouswind at 11. she really only knows Axels and Vexens. 8D]

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[icy-chemistry.livejournal.com]

[walking by with an armful of thermoses, intent on reaching the kitchen and refilling them.]

[a-erora.livejournal.com]

[...blink.]

...Dad? Where are we?

[icy-chemistry.livejournal.com]

[freezes in place. what.]

Ahah... I believe you are mistaking me for someone else.

[a-erora.livejournal.com]

Who are you if you're not him, then?

[earsihasthem.livejournal.com]

[have a tiny boy!you]

Maybe you're dumb.

[icy-chemistry.livejournal.com]

This place has multiple variations of people, all from different dimensions. It is entirely possible I am a version of him from a world different from yours.

[a-erora.livejournal.com]

[oh my god staring.]

[a-erora.livejournal.com]

...

But that doesn't make any sense.

[icy-chemistry.livejournal.com]

Little does, here.

[shifts the thermoses all to one arm, massaging the bridge of his nose with his free hand.]

[a-erora.livejournal.com]

Then what's the point of it?

[you're not her dad, so she's probably going to be a brat. :|]

[icy-chemistry.livejournal.com]

There is no point to this place. It is, quite simply, a trap. Once you are in, you are unable to leave of your own free will. There is no one controlling it.

[a-erora.livejournal.com]

...That's just great.

[8|]

[earsihasthem.livejournal.com]

[8|]

What.

[a-erora.livejournal.com]

Why're you a guy.

[hands on hips.]

[earsihasthem.livejournal.com]

'Cause I got boy parts. Why're you asking, you look like me only taller.

[icy-chemistry.livejournal.com]

Isn't it.

[going to kitchen now, feel free to follow and pester.]

[a-erora.livejournal.com]

I'm a girl!

[a-erora.livejournal.com]

[following now, because you still look like her dad. ):]

[icy-chemistry.livejournal.com]

[/going to have two followers now? maybe he really is building an army.]

Is there a reason you are following me?

[enters the kitchen, heads for coffee.]

[a-erora.livejournal.com]

[well, she kind of was raised for it.]

'Cause you look like Dad. And I don't know anybody else.

[earsihasthem.livejournal.com]

...Well you look like a boy. Girls have those squishy parts on the front.

[a-erora.livejournal.com]

Only ones who're older.

[earsihasthem.livejournal.com]

Well then you're only part-girl.

[a-erora.livejournal.com]

Am not!

[earsihasthem.livejournal.com]

Uh huh. You don't have all the pieces!