[ Awwww, and there goes his new playmate. Keramon tries to follow and—gets Undertaker very nonchalantly sticking a foot out under the table there and cutting him off. Picking fights with the Dorumon while he's actually in Elizabeth's arms is currently off-limits. Keramon pouts briefly, then cheers himself up by sticking his head back over the table and investigating Undertaker's pasta. ]
Well how very convenient! I am simply right next door to you, in the third.
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Well how very convenient! I am simply right next door to you, in the third.