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"Dinner?" Shiro breathed out, with a slight chuckle of disbelief. He had expected guards to be called, and he had almost been ready for the fun of trying to escape the guards too. But dinner - with Fitello Natale?! Shiro was astounded but very, very pleased.
"Um, what kind of dinner do you have in mind?" Shiro asked brightly, completely forgetting and abandoning his friend out in the audience. He'll make his way home. He's used to me pulling stunts like this all the time!
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