[She sighs, while her chest gives an exaggerated heave. She doesn't mind the insults, it seems like that's just how Panty rolls, but at least she's got her attention now, so writing something out may amount to actual results.
Pulling out a notepad from the sleeve of her habit with a pen clipped on it, she'll flip to a white page, pop the cap, and start writing. After a few seconds, Panty will be handed the following note:
The delivered milk would kill you upon consumption. It's common knowledge in Mayfield.
Fairly straightforward, and the blonde woman in front of her, while seeming somewhat reckless, didn't really struck Ciel as the suicidal type. She's probably right about that bit at least, is she?]
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Pulling out a notepad from the sleeve of her habit with a pen clipped on it, she'll flip to a white page, pop the cap, and start writing. After a few seconds, Panty will be handed the following note:
The delivered milk would kill you upon consumption. It's common knowledge in Mayfield.
Fairly straightforward, and the blonde woman in front of her, while seeming somewhat reckless, didn't really struck Ciel as the suicidal type. She's probably right about that bit at least, is she?]