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Romero wasn't in the mood to get angry at a minor lapse in memory; besides, it didn't seem like the boy remembered Luis very well either. It seemed odd that Connecticut gave no last name, but Venezuela didn't comment on that. He merely replied, "Está bien, Conne. Sometimes, these faces and days just fly by, no?"

His hand, which was propped under his chin, began stroking it thoughtfully as Conne mentioned just two friends, the first of whom he was unfamiliar with. "Lundy..." Romero repeated. "She wouldn't happen to be related to England, would she?"

But it was the other's mention of Franny he was more immediately concerned with. Judging by what Conne had just said, he hadn't seen his ghost friend for many days now, despite the fact that she had frequently been looking for him in the past. Romero wondered if there was a nicer way to break the sad news to him, because Connecticut did not seem the type to take stress easily...

Romero sighed. He had been the one to initiate this conversation, after all; there was no backing out of it now. Looking up from the table to stare the state straight in the eye to let him know the gravity of his words, Romero said, "You probably haven't seen her for a while because Franny has become... Cómo se dice? Unstable... I found her collapsed and solid in my dorm earlier today, and I don't know where she went after that." The Venezuelan regarded Conne with somber aventurine eyes, gauging his reaction.

(phone)

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A vein pulsed faintly in Romero's temple. Was this American drunk or just an idiot? Shouldn't the fact that Franny, a transparent ghost, had been solid be enough of a clue? Then again, maybe he had been giving Connecticut far too much credit by assuming he could figure it out from just that verbal cue.

"It's not just that, Conne," Venezuela said seriously, not noticing that the state had stopped stuttering and was speaking in a normal tone. (After all, this was his first time talking to Connecticut face-to-face; he just assumed that Conne’s prior fright was due to embarrassment.) "Just this morning, Franny was babbling something at me and Luis, and she was crying insensibly too. But her tears were made of blood, not of water. Also... Before she left me at the doctor's, she spoke about taking care of people, and duty, and even kissed me... None of those things occur unless one wants to die, and I think that's what Franny wanted to do.

"I think she wanted to die," Romero finished. "I think she knew what was happening to her, and did it to protect you..."

President of the Host Club

~Slovakia~
Zlata Augustine Lietchinsk 11th Grade
"Okay, let me know vhen you can- 'ere's my number by zhe vay, just text me zhe dates vhen you 'ave em." Zlata pulled out a notepad and quickly wrote down her phone number and ripped it neatly out of her book and handed it to the spaniard. Zlata cringed as a familiar german voice became loud enough for her to hear, and quickly she snatched the bottle from spain and hid it goodness knows where. She smiled at France,"Ahoj~" Zlata then turned to face Ludwigs general direction and wave at him, not saying anything for he looked fairly annoyed. She knew Ludwig well enough not to pester him when he was in this kind of mood...

Slovak>>>English

Ahoj>>>Hey

Antonio nods and takes Zlata's phone number. it'll be nice having new members. "Well, I should get going. it was nice meeting you." he gets up and leaves.

Spanish >> English

{Out Of Madrid:}