[there's a soft click as the journal is turned on, followed by a a soft giggle. A couple beats of silence go by, broken occasionally by taps and clicks, as if the device were being turned around several times. Flandre talks aloud, because well... she's used to talking to herself in the first place.] Mmmn...so what does this box do? It lights up... and it has lots of things to press....but does it do anything but show a map??
[There's a hard static for a brief moment as she tries to pry the journal open, then stops.] I don't think there's anything magic inside, either...[She sounds incredibly perplexed by this.]
[There's a sudden, excited squeal.] OH! What's that!?
[Her voice comes from a short distance.] It's all white...it's really cute! [It sounds like she's dragging something closer to the journal. She giggles.] Come on! You can't get away that easy.~ [Whatever she's holding snarls and struggles.] Hee-hee! What's wrong? Don't you want to play with me? [She sounds very happy; the creature, however, sounds like it's in quite a bit of pain.]
[Her tone drops suddenly, an icy tinge to it.] Or are you going to
break like every other toy?
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