16 Purple Files

[proudambassador]

Oh yes. Of course. First, my head is flooded with dreams that are not my own, and now, now I cannot even get out of the elevator. I am stuck. But of course, no one will help, because no one can, not when the elevator is rude like this, no.

I hardly know if it is good or bad that I am not trapped alone. There is a fiery-headed man, a striped-hair boy, and a brown-haired girl. They are likely human. Their hair is not in crests.

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[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

Short? Mine, it is not short.

I am Centauri.

[desertshadows.livejournal.com]

Mm, that wouldn't make a proper crest, would it?

I see. What kind of differences does that mean?

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

It would, yes.

I have given you a few already, my good Mr. Eagle. Others, perhaps they are not for the journals.

[desertshadows.livejournal.com]

Ahh, I see! Well then, thank you. Perhaps we should meet in person some day! I hope the elevator will see fit to let you go soon.

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

Perhaps, perhaps. Tell me, my dear friend, do you play cards?

[desertshadows.livejournal.com]

I do.

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

Then we shall have to meet, and to play cards.

[desertshadows.livejournal.com]

Sounds good! Will you let me know when you're available?