[i]"I can mute myself if that's better..."[/i]
[b]Lucien muses, his shoulders falling forward as he hangs his head... Seems the big man was getting quite tired.[/b]
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"It'd be wasted. I don't drink frilly drinks."
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[i]"Well... Until I find a hard scotch, may Vishnu find you blessed."[/i] [b]With a silly bow, Lucien marches off, throwing a claw over his head in farewell.[/b]
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"Saint Peter keep you." Blackburn walked into the other direction. [spoiler]end[/spoiler]