[ He'll have half a minute or so, to look through it. All that dang alcohol and some snacks and that familiar outfit.
But not that long, because then Rebecca's hurrying and murmuring, carrying a box in one arm, and a the model Gurren-Lagann in the other, and...the drill around her neck. ] I knew it, I knew it. It's his, it has to--
[ ...ex-fucking-scuse me.
She stands there in her door, a box of...relatively useless things under one arm, with a mask on top, and her glare zeroed in on Gogol. ]
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But not that long, because then Rebecca's hurrying and murmuring, carrying a box in one arm, and a the model Gurren-Lagann in the other, and...the drill around her neck. ] I knew it, I knew it. It's his, it has to--
[ ...ex-fucking-scuse me.
She stands there in her door, a box of...relatively useless things under one arm, with a mask on top, and her glare zeroed in on Gogol. ]
What do you think you're doing?