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[confiteor]

 Mun, I thought you'd forgotten...?

I don't think---no, I'd rather not altogether, you have way too much on your plate already, and---

Wait, where are you going!? What are you---

There's no convincing you, is there?

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[therosensaint]

Maybe~.

[confiteor]

M-maybe..?

How could you, Sophia? I'm genuinely hurt, I may just faint from disappointment!

[ He plays up his distress with a whine. ]

Though I shouldn't be surprised, I look much different from before.

[therosensaint]

[She pushes him some] I'm only kidding.

How different are you now?

[confiteor]

Not too much! Not beyond recognition, I assure you.

Just a little older. The writer's chosen a name for me with less syllables, if you could imagine that.

A much more respectable one than before, no doubt.