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Krys: Yeah, *Giggles* And I think I know who...
(Well, you ARE the OP, so you ha e the final say, but I like this the way it is...)
(Nah, I like this the way it is.)
Kris: Alright. *Lets go of Angie* Ok, I need you to lift up your shirt. It makes it easier if I touch the bare skin.
Kris: Sure, if you want to.
Kris: She doesn't seem to want me to help her change back, since everytime I ask, she pounces on me and licks my face... Not that there's anything...
(Not fair, I missed it) Kris: *Heads off to the remains of the factory, finding some stuff of value, ammo, jewelry, cash, etc.)
Kris: Gale? Hmm... O-ok... *Shuts the door and walks back to Anastasia*
Kris: With me. *Stands next to Angie, hugging her tightly against him*
Krys: Great! I think it's almost ready... (Brb)
(Brb)
Krys: That's obvious. Also, is the curry good so far? *Looks at Tifa expectantly*
(Whenever, just walk in, we'll say you're another friend of Tifa's, or maybe Aerith's.)
Kris: <Rose. If you don't I will. And I don't even know if you are pregnant, or if it is or isn't his...>
Kris: By who?
Kris: *Assembles his weapons, slinging the rifle over his shoulder, and keeping his Beretta in a holster specially made for him, put just above...
Kris: <Rose. S***... When were you planning on telling him?!>
(Mordici?)
Kris: So you're Dragon. *Looks at Opal*