Author-Chan: You remind me of the ocean.
Akame: Because I'm deep and mysterious?
Author-Chan: No, because you're full of salt and you scare people.
~
Akame: Go to sleep or you'll hate yourself in the morning!
Author-Chan: I'll hate myself in the morning regardless.
~
Author-Chan: I feel awful about killing you.
Akame:
Author-Chan: Even though technically you never even died, so I don't know what you're bitching about.
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Akame: I wasn't that drunk.
Author-Chan: You colored my face with a highlighter because you said I was important.
Akame: BECAUSE YOU ARE!
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Author-Chan: *sharpens knife* We've got ways of making people talk.
Author-Chan: *cuts piece of cake*
Akame: ...Can I have some?
Author-Chan: Cake is for talkers.
~
Akame: Why is there blood everywhere?
Author-Chan: I may have aggressively poked someone with a knife.
Akame: You stabbed someone?!
Author-Chan: No, no. I aggressively poked someone with a knife.
~
Author-Chan: *eating a cinnamon roll*
Akame: Cannibalism.
Author-Chan: *confused chewing noises*
