[J. S. Darling]

Duce: *Staggers a little under the non-existent weight.* I am yours? In what way? Like, do I run and do your errands? Do I have to do "favors' for you? Are you going to brand me? ... Is there a contract? WHERE ARE YOUR CREDENTIALS?

Rem: You look about as innocent as the cat next to the empty birdcage with a feather sticking out of it's mouth. o.o
IT IS THE CRAZY PURPLE.

Serra: Aw thanks luv!

Lauv: Thank yo-... ... You will be the first to be eliminated. >|
Fun fun fun... GAH.