[... When had this started. For a moment Mai can't help but just stare at the words. When had she looked over exactly? Or started reading them for that matter?
After the pause though she moves though, violin still poise under her chin as she leans to type her reply back one handed.
"who is this?"
It's not in Skype or anything, is it? No, obviously not.]
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After the pause though she moves though, violin still poise under her chin as she leans to type her reply back one handed.
"who is this?"
It's not in Skype or anything, is it? No, obviously not.]