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House 1411

"Hello? Hello?? I'm sorry, there's nobody home right now. [ obnoxious peal of laughter: go ]

Ahh, that's right! Leave a message, and I'll get back to you. Right? That's how it goes? Aha, no telemarketers, please!

If you run up my bill, I'll have to ask you to pay the extra costs.

[ BEEP ]

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[ something indefinable, strange and curious crawls up the length of his spine, something like a thrill of excitement, a shudder of revulsion, a kindling of wonder. The creeps, he thinks they're called, that certain feeling one gets when the corpse once dead takes it upon itself to get back up onto broken and decayed feet.

Takasugi's attention is unnerving enough on its own, his gaze putting that of most snakes to shame. The brush of a finger from red hot hands may as well be a frying pan to the face, for how astonishiing it is.

Sakamoto hasn't been thrown off his balance like this in a long time. ]

Is your heart racing yet? They say the eyes are the windows to the soul; mine must be irresistable to draw in even a frigid wife like you.

[ surprised, he doesn't draw back, doesn't brush past his old comrade like he ought to. Instead, he stands like a man struck dumb, blinking stunned and stupid and struck dumb with nostalgia. ]

It isn't so bad, is it? I haven't looked, I didn't want to frighten the mirror.