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This was not your tea, was it, Unohana.
-=makes a face as if something odd slipped over his tongue.=-
How do I make...
These things... I have odd tastes, and I know I cannot taste these things here.
[[He took the blue draught. Welcome Gustatory Synesthesia]]
This was not your tea, was it, Unohana.
-=makes a face as if something odd slipped over his tongue.=-
How do I make...
These things... I have odd tastes, and I know I cannot taste these things here.
[[He took the blue draught. Welcome Gustatory Synesthesia]]
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Date: 2010-07-25 08:15 pm (UTC)I will taste things then, until it is over. -=he hopes that that's all he'll experience. He's still not quite over the Angel attack.=-
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Date: 2010-07-25 08:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-25 08:56 pm (UTC)They are tastes from the Mountain.
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Date: 2010-07-26 08:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-26 11:21 am (UTC)-=his eyes widen, and then a small, mournful sound comes from his throat.=-
I do not know that word.
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Date: 2010-07-26 12:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-26 06:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-26 07:41 pm (UTC)((OOC : also, Mustang is a big pervert.))
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Date: 2010-07-27 12:38 am (UTC)[[HUUUUUUUUGE pervert]]
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Date: 2010-07-27 08:24 pm (UTC)