[Magnet growl-barks his approval and solidarity with the threat, and the protest on Manabu's lips dies before he can utter it, leaving him to exhale with a feeble, defeated laugh.
as he pushes himself up to his feet:] Alright. Just tonight. [and tomorrow - but not really on purpose! he's just...gonna wind up sleeping a lot without meaning to.]
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as he pushes himself up to his feet:] Alright. Just tonight. [and tomorrow - but not really on purpose! he's just...gonna wind up sleeping a lot without meaning to.]
Go over those notes. About the ritual. Okay?