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"Huh I see. So I guess the weapons are different no matter where you happen to live." Zidane said to himself, walking into the inn and getting them a room. The only drawback to it though was their room only had one bed. It was a couples sweet and Zidane didn't even know he just got that. "Alright lets go treat those wounds of yours." Zidane said, leading Hope to the room. When he opened the door though he almost nearly fainted. "Wh-What the fuck?" He asked, looking at the key and back to the door. "Oh son of a bitch. That dirty pervert."
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