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[extradite]

[ As painfully unnecessary feeds go, please appreciate this one for having 254.6(6)% more muttering, fumbling and awkward pauses than your average sheepish interlude. ]

...sorry. Sorry about everything that's been happening. The losses. The... inconvenience. Sorry about all that.

[ It appears he is growing a spine for the next part - ]

And sorry, but - what's a good job for someone who... can't do anything?

[ ...and that the spine has now entered evolutionary recession. Muffled rambling mode: engaged. ]

Not fix things, not tell jokes, not do your physics homework, not herd cattle, not... be a... witch, not really punch, not carry the groceries without ruining the eggs, not... nothing. Nothing at all.

[ Sigh. ]

What's a good job for someone like that? And where could they get it? Along with about forty-two mops. Thank you.

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audio;

[demonicbookworm]

Oh, sorry! _[again.] My name is Ruca Milda.

audio;

[extradite]

Shinji. Ikari Shinji. How do you do.

audio;

[demonicbookworm]

Um, it's nice to meet you, Shinji.

audio;

[extradite]

Not as nice as reading my name off a book cover, I suppose.

audio;

[demonicbookworm]

W-why would you say that?

audio;

[extradite]

I think it would be easier for you to really speak your mind with a book nearby. That's all.

audio;

[demonicbookworm]

_{[He sighs.]}

I... don't think so.

audio;

[extradite]

It can't be... that bad...

audio;

[demonicbookworm]

W-well...

_{[oh, but it's even worse than that.]}

audio;

[extradite]

...right?

audio;

[demonicbookworm]

Um... it could've been worse?

_{[why do you sound like you're asking him.]}