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𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗆𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝘱𝘪𝘱𝘦, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗎𝗆 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗋.

ㅤ ... 𝖸𝗆𝗂𝖺 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗀𝗋𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗋. 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗎𝗋𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗑𝖺𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝗐𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗉𝖾, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗆𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝖾𝗅 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍.

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ㅤ 𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘣.
ㅤ 𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘣.
ㅤ 𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘣.​

ㅤ 𝖠𝗌𝗁𝗅𝖾𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍'𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝖿𝗍𝗁 𝗅𝗂𝗆𝖻 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅. 𝖨𝗍 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗃𝗂𝗀𝗀𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋.

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no matter how she found her seat.

ㅤ Menu acquired. "Thank you." There, she shuffles her clothes a bit - trying her best to be decent in such a space, it seems. Keyword; her best.
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ㅤ As if in spite of the colossus she may be, Ymia is rather gentle as she slides into the seat. Her legs keep tight together, and her skirt only hides the tanks rolling against her thighs as they shuffle aside by the grace of angle. Anyone who'd be eye-level to Ymia would see the damn things

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𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾. 𝖮𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗏𝖺𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗇 - 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖠𝖱𝖪𝖲 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝖥𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗐𝗇-𝗂𝗇𝖿𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖾𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗆 𝗏𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗈𝗋.
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ㅤ "𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖺, 𝗒𝖾𝗌." 𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗑, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖯𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗉𝗎𝖿𝖿. 𝖠𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋.

ㅤ "𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍." 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖣𝖺𝗋𝗄𝖾𝗋𝗌 - 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗍, 𝗈𝗋

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𝖴𝗉 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌, 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖾𝖿𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗈𝖻𝗌𝖼𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗁𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝖿𝗍𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖨𝗍 𝗂𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽, 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 - 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇'𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁.
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ㅤ 𝖦𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝖸𝗆𝗂𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽. 𝖥𝗈𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝗌𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 - 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗍. 𝖮𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝗇𝗎𝗂𝗌𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾. "𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗈𝖽'𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽. 𝖨'𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝖿 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝖺 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋." 𝖧𝖾𝗒 - 𝗎𝗉𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾; 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝖺 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗎𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾. 𝖬𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝗁𝖾'𝗅𝗅 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖺 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾... 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒.

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[Fuel for the gushing.]

... i didn't say that. 💨

since when was it hourly.

[...]

[Biting a baguette.]

[Waiting on her to come home.]

[ARKS hasn't called today...]

// replying here when home

// bug

I’m a Spartan of my word.
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particles. Eyes narrowing at Cass as she maneuvers past, the scent evident despite the respectful distance, she wonders - what -is- that feeling?
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ㅤ "That's a first." Maybe she needs to empty out preemptively more. Unfortunately, being 'empty' means her body is wreathed in the scent of what flows out of her in droves, with some random spot in the city being soaked in whites, blacks, and plenty of sludge.
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ㅤ It isn't Falz

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as cold as anywhere in this hemisphere. [ ymia's arms cross under her bust for comfort, though this maneuver pronounces them as she supports the mass of her own chest. slosh, slosh. ]

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that look as full as could be if you didn't know her. She sits up, and much like the noise that drew Raz here to begin with, her form sloshes on the way back down, posture corrected.

ㅤ " ... Ymia. Hello. - "
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ㅤ ... Well.

ㅤ With her hot chocolate in hand and her slouched posture leaving her swollen body somewhat obvious, Ymia's both startled and embarrassed by the sight of a Guardian. Tights stretched to their limit, only saved by the lack of a morning wood, do nothing to hide the grumbling balls

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ㅤ Ymia watches like a dog whose treat was just taken away. Not a word, but her eyes are sad and her antennae droop.
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useless...

ㅤ " ... Thanks." Time to find somewhere to sit. Slosh, slosh.

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ㅤ Towering over Mari, Ymia having given up on hiding her figure beyond what's legally necessary means Mari has more than enough of a vision of her general shape, tightly pressed to her legs. A normal person would be able to hide it better, but Ymia's height renders the tights and skirt a bit

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following a rumble from between Ymia's thighs - up above Ashley are the bug's swollen tits. "Where?"
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