[Unfortunately for everyone else involved, Eiichi's good moods usually involve... y'know, messing with people. So Alisa's hit the nail on the head, but it still makes him grin, sharp like a knife.]
Maybe? Who can be sure...?
[He can, theoretically, but he doesn't know what's going on with this dream stuff anyway.]
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Maybe? Who can be sure...?
[He can, theoretically, but he doesn't know what's going on with this dream stuff anyway.]
How much do you think your soul is worth, then?