Week Zero, Friday, post-investigation.
[After the investigation was concluded, Chuuya had had a drink or five. And then he'd retired to their room armed with paper and pen.
The four sheets of paper are currently blank.]
...I don't know enough about them to write poems for them properly.
[He's saying it more to himself than Logix, but he's not kicking Logix out or anything.]
The four sheets of paper are currently blank.]
...I don't know enough about them to write poems for them properly.
[He's saying it more to himself than Logix, but he's not kicking Logix out or anything.]
no subject
no subject
[what.]
no subject
[no he's not going to explain]