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[shirtbag]

Yeah, you would. You out there chasin' skirts still, carrot-top?

[bookpapers]

[shakes his head]

My chasing days are over... I retired from that life...

[shirtbag]

How come I don't believe that...?

[bookpapers]

[WOW]

I mean it! I'm a real proper gentleman now.

[implying that he wasn't before]

[shirtbag]

[ HE SURE DID THAT ]

Yeah? What changed?

[bookpapers]

[thinks about putting his hands together and saying he found god....

instead]

We're almost at the end, right? If things work out, then I'll be heading back home soon.

[shirtbag]

[ isn't he already god's soldier or something. tries to pinch his cheek but it doesn't work. now lavi has a cold cheek. ]

Tch. [ he nods. ]

That's the plan. Not exactly sure how it'll pan out, but if we—

[ —blip! ]

[bookpapers]

[HIS COLD CHEEK... he rubs at it uwah,

watches as BOOTHILL BLIPS]

...We pretty much know what we have to do, thanks to your letters.

But if anything else comes up last minute, then send us another by the weekend.

[shirtbag]

[ when he blips back he looks extra annoyed. but he catches what lavi is saying!

he gives a thumbs up! ]

I can't write for nothin', but I'll let the others know.

[bookpapers]

[boothill... cute]

You could draw yourself hitting me again! I'd definitely get the message.

[shirtbag]

[ pulls lavi's headband down over his other eye. ]

That ain't gonna help ya' learn anything last minute.

[bookpapers]

[NOOO HE SQUAWKS

lifts up his headband]

But it'd make me happy...

[shirtbag]

[ squawking just like karlach... ]

Another drawin' of me throttlin' ya? You all right, kid?

[bookpapers]

It's like a sign of affection!

[KANDA ALWAYS THROTTLES HIM]

[shirtbag]

[ MY KAVI... ]

What kinda affection you been gettin', exactly?

[bookpapers]

[waggles his eyebrows]

Are you cuuuu~rious?

[shirtbag]

[ pushes his face. ]

Nope. Nevermind. I got enough of you after seein' your letters to Miss Robin.

[bookpapers]

[GASPS]

That was private!!!

[shirtbag]

All our letters come in a huge pile. All of us gotta sort through 'em. Things get read out loud, 'n.... Well, you know.

[ wont say that he only heard the first sentence or two. it's funnier this way. ]

[bookpapers]

Were all my letters read out loud....

[EVEN THE INSANE ONES?]

[shirtbag]

Not all of 'em. Just got lucky with that one. ...Your letter to me too.

[bookpapers]

Oh, whew!

[IF THAT'S ALL THEN THAT'S OKAY]

[shirtbag]

[ pokes his forehead and pushes him. ]

Don't you act relieved over that.

[bookpapers]

[dramatically falls backward]

Did people tease ya?

[shirtbag]

Mostly Karlach, 'specially since ya' write five or so of those letters. Would've had to make fun of the rest of 'em if they were gonna make fun of me.