[Here they are, in the library at night... Chuuya's pulled them here after deciding he's spent too much time in his office, and he still seems on edge, glancing around the nearby bookshelves before turning to Beck. When he folds his arms, the gesture exposes a familiar red ribbon tied around his left wrist.]
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...I think we'll be fine here, for a while.
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