[ It's not bedtime yet for Mondo, as he's still fiddling with some of the woodwork he's been working on lately. Seeing the name on his palm pilot, his eyes dilate. Tsumiki's never really given him a call before, much less at night like this. He doesn't take any longer to pick it up. ]
Yeah, what's wrong, Tsumiki?
[ He sits up straight, like he's readying himself for... something. It must be something serious for her to sound like this. ]
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Yeah, what's wrong, Tsumiki?
[ He sits up straight, like he's readying himself for... something. It must be something serious for her to sound like this. ]