𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗜𝗘 - 𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗱𝘆 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝘁, 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗴𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿, 𝘀𝗲𝘅𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝘁 𝟮𝟮.

𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 - 𝗼𝗰.

𝗱𝗺𝘀 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻!

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𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗦𝗰𝗿𝗮𝗽𝘆𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗦𝗰𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗿

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I dunno, what is?

True, true. Just felt right saying it.

Is it THAT surprising?

What if I am?

OH—those. Yeah, I’ve heard of those…

I think I’ve heard of that, yeah. And that common name would be…?

No—I meant—verbal typo. You know how it is.

STRIKING!

I MEANT TO SAY STRIKING!!!

That’s…kinda ominous. But also stroking.

Exactly what I’m thinking.

Miku!

Very good question. I think maybe book? That sounds cooler.

Damn. Fine, copyright it is.

-woman did have her blushing though, beet-red in the cheeks.

Though…they may have had a mutual connection through a shared contact recently. And even if Alicia did shed a certain role the previous night, the scent isn’t as easy to change. Not with the fragrances they wear.

Alicia was just minding her own business when she felt the hand on her back. Soft, gentle. Intentional.

She turns to face the woman, inadvertently curling into a half-embrace. If she has met her, she’d distinctly remember. But she hadn’t. “No…I don’t think we have.” This contact, the sight of this-

“And to you too!” Smiling sheepishly.

Understandable, really. Last thing I want is to get sued.

…copyright reasons I’m guessing?

So…Nanba it basically? Yeah, I can do that.

I mean traditionally I’d be a mage but like…I can’t do magic.

Saving gaming? I’m up for it!

As much as I hate to say yes, it kinda is sometimes.

…..fair point. Very fair.

Dead, yes. Forgotten, somehow not.

Ah, damn. Not Titanfall.

Okay, fair. That might be bad for the audience.

Okay—nevermind about holes then. No stuffing happening today.