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The tanned skinned boy was in the art room just looking around the place. Turns out that he might be the only member in the art club which could explain why he was forced to join. Which he wasn’t complaining about. Having a club room all to your self sounds nice. No one can bug your are ask for you to be there muse. The whole thing seems too good to be true. Not thinking about it anymore Dimitri got out his camera and took some shots of the art club. Not really trying to be a professional about it. If he found a nice shot then he will take a picture of it. 

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✶~“Desperatio valet. Spes autem perdiderit...” Tanaka muttered to himself, surrounded by black candles, glowing dimly in the dark Temple. He sat among them, in the center of the circle. Arcane symbols were painted upon his skin in blood, stark red against the paleness of his flesh. Bodies, the remains of his human sacrifices, littered the outer perimeter of the circle, claw marks in their flesh.

[Text: Gundam] do you know how early it is???

[Text: Gundam] if you need to know so badly my sleep was horrible i hardly got any and i was woken up by annoying messages

[Text: Gundam] wish you hadn’t escaped the ‘dream demons’

{text to: fujisaki} i am well aware of the hour, diminutive programmer. my only intent was to spread a bit of goodwill.

{text to: fujisaki} my intent was certainly not to disturb your precious slumber. you slothful humans require so much rest to regain your minimal strength. an infernal creature such as myself is beyond mortal limitations. sleep is for the weak.

Send “✆” for a MORNING text.

{text to: fujisaki} Good morrow, programmer! I pray to the Gods Below that your slumber was adequate. I trust that you have escaped the Dream Demons unscathed. Rarely do they corrupt average mortals