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[Christmastime alone hits Fujiko a little hard. Not that she'd necessarily want the company even if she was back in her world, but even if she did want to, she can't even make up some sort of extravagant gig or excuse to call up Lupin and check in on him. Which leads her to taking advantage of the new coastline and exploring down in it in the cold and singing Love Squall to herself. Of course, she fidgets a bit too much with the journal so it carries over, complete with the bitter sound of her chucking rocks into the ocean.]
Stupid Lupin. The one time you don't chase me down...
Stupid Lupin. The one time you don't chase me down...

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Nothing wrong with liking excitement. You've survived this far so you can't be too stupid.
Or so I assume. Sometimes the dumb ones are shockingly tenacious.
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They've got nothing on Tokyo or New York of course, but still.
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I'm still trying to find a good place to go hang-gliding around here. I'm holding out hope for some nice sheer mountain cliffs.
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[He wishes he had that kind of freedom back at home. Luceti's about as close as he's ever gonna get.]
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Something always came up though. Never permanent, ne?
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Have fun~