[He has been practicing lately, and with surprising diligence. Current career nonwithstanding, Ango is still a mystery novelist at heart... so he can't resist a missing persons cold case. Finding Crimson (and Reverie, if she's still alive) could be the key to figuring out what's really going on in the Dream Sphere, but Ango's only chance of getting close enough to ask questions is to throw everything into developing his stupid cheat skills.]
It's a good thing I'm here to save the Dream Sphere from hankie-related emergencies, right?
[He manages to laugh off her little joke before his throat goes completely dry. He was so distracted by, well, everything else on display that he almost failed to notice her neck... and from there, his eyes follow the gentle path of her collarbone down to... someplace a guy like him could get lost in. He tears his gaze away, grinning sheepishly.]
Haha... I can make pretty much anything that I can imagine clearly, so...
[With a theatrical flourish, he pulls a bouquet of purple roses from his coat pocket. Roses in such a color don't exist in nature, but here, he's only limited by what he can dream up.]
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It's a good thing I'm here to save the Dream Sphere from hankie-related emergencies, right?
[He manages to laugh off her little joke before his throat goes completely dry. He was so distracted by, well, everything else on display that he almost failed to notice her neck... and from there, his eyes follow the gentle path of her collarbone down to... someplace a guy like him could get lost in. He tears his gaze away, grinning sheepishly.]
Haha... I can make pretty much anything that I can imagine clearly, so...
[With a theatrical flourish, he pulls a bouquet of purple roses from his coat pocket. Roses in such a color don't exist in nature, but here, he's only limited by what he can dream up.]