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Post by Hifumi Kitsu on Oct 1, 2020 17:08:37 GMT -4
♥ better than a pro hero! ♥ Serpent of the TOXIC Sea The feisty little fish shakily pushed herself off the ground, standing firmly before a couple guys who were bigger and definitely stronger than her with a few cuts and scuffs upon her body and some broken scales, but behind her was a startled group of people riddled in burns and she was not having it. The time for words had come and gone, she was so done with them and their piss poor attitude! "LOOK! I'm not gonna tell ya again! You're gonna leave these nice people alone, okay?!" Snapping out those words as she clenched her hands into fists with a huff and the people behind her looked horrified as the two brutish men before her, towering over her petite frame, simply laughed for a moment. Sinister and cruel with a lack of humanity and absolutely no shred of empathy to be found, "O'thas funneh, ye 'eally thin' ye gunna scare oos off?" Squinting her eyes for a moment, she wasn't fluent in what she liked to call thug-a-nese and clicked her tongue in frustration. That tone was mocking and she wasn't the brightest, but there usually wasn't anything good to follow when people had his sort of tone, "I WARNED YOU, JERKFACE MCGEE!" Taking in a deep breath, she hoped that big ol piece of chocolate cake and cocoa she washed it down with would give her the energy she needed to open a good ol' fashion can of whoop ass! .... ..or uh..... ...something like it! One of the men who looked like he didn't know how to shave his face properly spoke up, "Guess we gotta barbecue the fish, boss woulda found it more useful alive but whatevah..." A strange, murky gray mist slowly lifted off his hand. Hifumi on the opposing end, team defend the innocent, brought her partially clenched fist over her mouth and spat out a strong jet stream of water at an angle that caused the smokey man to crash into the other and right into a wall with a BOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! The other guy's quirk triggered and there was a small burst of fire that engulfed the pair, they couldn't move well enough to get away...only scream incoherently since they'd been crippled by her toxins. Moving her hand away from her mouth, she looked over her shoulder with a bright smile amidst the cuts and scuffs she got from trying to speak with them as they beat her up earlier on. Everyone had a breaking point. They pushed her and hurt her when she tried to use her words, give them the chance to offer their side and she didn't like what they had to say...so push came to shove. It's not like she wanted to hurt them, but they were sick and twisted...she didn't have a choice! "Wh-why are you guys still spooked? I saved the day, everything's okay now!" A little waddle and shuffle to turn around, the toxic sea serpent adorned in a trash bag cloak was about to take a step forward but one of them was shaking, glaring at her and she froze in place as the snarls hit her ear drums like a bullet to the heart. The woman's words were bitter and sharp, "STAY BACK, YOU FREAK! THIS...THIS IS YOUR FAULT! YOU GODDAMN QUIRKED FREAK!""W-wuh...no..you got it all wrong, I--" "Sh-she's right, she's totally right, you should have just let them take our stuff, we didn't ask for a creepy ass mutant to do shit for us..." Slowly holding up her hands, she could feel her smile start to falter...the people before her flickered into shadows of the past within her mind and her eyes darted between the two. Their words were painfully clear, yet muffled all the same, the third girl spoke up with a tone laced with venomous intent, "Like all you fuckin' weirdos are only good on a tight leash, you shitty ass vigilante! If that asshole didn't bust our phones, we'd call the cops on your ass! USELESS, STUPID BITCH!" The scene in her head overlaying the present alleyway shifted, frozen by the traumatic memory she usually did so well at keeping under lock and key played like a broken VHS tape, it was a lovely dining room...beautiful and well kept. Gorgeous from the decor to the food upon the table, they were well to do. "What a useless little bitch she'd be without her tight leash, being stupid and gullible works so well in our favor, don't you think, honey? ...heh...St. Marta's gave us a wonderful deal...a kid that's dumb enough to follow orders without a second thought because she thinks we could love a poisonous freak of nature like her...god..." that scoff and nasty air about her tone. Everything got blurry from her tears as she quietly tucked herself around the corner, gripping tightly onto her shoulders...they didn't love her, they didn't care about her....A shoe chucked at her forehead caused her to lose balance and stumble into a fumble on her butt, their voices would have been loud to anyone who cared to listen, but their words were muffled to the serpent. "HEY! DON'T IGNORE ME, SCUMMY ASS QUIRKER!" The pissed off woman got ready to chuck another shoe in her direction, "THINKING YOU'RE BETTER THAN ME, BETTER THAN US BECAUSE WE DON'T HAVE QUIRKS?! FUCK YOU!" Tears rolled down her cheeks as she was a sitting duck to thankless people she rescued...and in that moment she was checked out, lost in what felt like a horrible moment of history repeating itself for the broken down teen. |
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Post by Nikki on Oct 2, 2020 10:05:21 GMT -4
The hell is all this? Late to the 'party' so to speak and not loving what she saw as a result of that fact, though Nikki Nakajima had raced to this place when hearing the sound of something bombastic occurring in the hopes of pulling off some of her standard badassery she had arrived to discover that the fight was over and done with and she was disappointed, but not for the reason she would have usually expected.
They said there was some trouble, but all I find is one little girl being picked on by these dumb fucks? It certainly true that she was none too happy to discover the fact that the need for a little unscripted violence had seemed to subside thanks to the intervention of a weird but cute little thing but the sense of discontent born more from how the people around them seemed to respond to that fact, there was the offending article drooling onto the floor, and yet it appeared that the people around were far from happy at that fact. Or rather, that they had been saved by someone who was just a little bit different from them, and that was pretty enraging when the would-be saviour was also a bit different herself.
“Shut… The fuck up!” Decked out simply in casual wear because she had been on a stroll to the shops when all this had taken place and showing no obvious sign of being a quirker like the young thing that this mob seemed intent on menacing, though it would have been easy for the ebony haired enchantress to walk away she chose to intervene in the situation with her usual degree of charm and eloquence, and gave a roaring bellow as she snatched the arm of the bitch about to let loose her shoe and flung her onto the floor instead of the object to catch everyone's attention.
“She showed up and saved you gutless fucking morons from the bad guys, and now you're all safe and sound you wanna call her out cause you think she's some kinda freak?! You guys make me sick!” Snarling like a dragon or a tigress as any ounce of good mood within her seemed to melt away because of the unquenchable rage within her, Nikki shook her head and marched out of the bunch with her brow tied into a tighter knot than anything meant to keep a ship hanging off a bay, and jabbed her finger out as she denounced every last one of them for the bullying bastard they were.
“Jeez, you wanna call her a freak, show your shoes and your shit at her because of that, then fuck…” Unapologetic and angry and also a friend of the little figure who had risked her neck to help these dumb fucks, Miss Nakajima had come to this place looking for a fight and as she lifted her hands and engaged her quirk to show them all that they weren't dealing with one freak but two, she was damn sure she would find one hell of a brawl within her if they wanted it.
“You can toss that trash at me too, but I warn ya… I'm the type who likes to hit back!” All her life having to put up with shit like this and a piece of her heart breaking when she saw a little figure who seemed so much cuter and more innocent than had ever been having to deal with the same thing, she guessed that the girl likely wouldn't have the heart to fight back against morons like this, but she did. And she would happily do it if they made her too…
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Post by Hifumi Kitsu on Oct 8, 2020 8:17:41 GMT -4
♥ better than a pro hero! ♥ Serpent of the TOXIC Sea What if she was just ruining everything for everybody? A burden... Another problem to deal with... The teen who was normally a chatter box let the world around her fade into a blur as she hugged her knees close to her chest, breaking down into what most people would probably qualify as an ugly sobbing mess. This shouldn't have hit her so hard and not bother the fun sized fish as much as it did, normally it wouldn't. Right now, though? Every little thing she buried away that made her heart sing a sad little song unearthed itself. Hifumi was starting to feel all of the awful emotions she did her darndest to ignore, this time it was haunting the young girl to the point where it's all she could think about. Part of her body was bracing itself to get beaten since that's what happened before... One of her best uses was being a punching bag... ...at least that made people happy. If that's what they wanted, that's what they could have, if it would cheer these angry people to beat her to a nearly dead pulp like they did back at St. Marta's...they could. If that's what would make them smile and laugh again...then okay, that was fine as long as other people were happy. Everyone else's happiness was so much more important than her own. Almost like swimming in the ocean or her fountain where she tried to make others happy, ignoring how people thought of her as a complete idiot, focusing on being the best she could be for the sake of letting them have a chance at feeling joy. A voice, an angry and unfamiliar voice started to reach into her senses and slowly grasp on to pull her back to reality... ..... "THE F-KYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAGUH!" The sheer impact of her back hitting the pavement caused the woman to scream in excruciating pain, fingers twitching as the shoe fumbled out of her grasp. Being completely winded from that, she wasn't able to say a damn thing aside from cough. Who the HELL did this bitch think she was, strutting in and having the gal to toss her! What the actual fuck, wasn't she a normal person too and not one of those goddamn freaks?! Of the three quirkists, the more reasonable of them almost looked guilty...maybe she was rationalizing the angry woman's words for a moment. Still, though...she was upset because this random black belt chick just threw her friend, it was that freaky fish girl's fault at the end of the day...wasn't it? If she just let them hand over their shit rather than trying to pretend as though she was some garbage tier hero, they'd be fine. Everything would have been fine without her and they wouldn't be in this situation right now...so why did this woman's words sting so much? "Hold on, we--!" Trying to stop the onslaught of words, she grit her teeth and tried to swallow down her fear...but holy shit was she in shock of what happened. This quirk supporting martial arts chick had a fucking quirk and that caused the more rational one of the three to shudder in fear. Seeing a totally normal looking woman's flesh shift to metal was goddamn terrifying! "O-oh...oh...oh sh-shi-shit...!" Damn near pissing herself, the other woman snapped out "FUCK YOU! Fuck both of you fucking freaks! We don't have time for your crazy ass, let's get outta here!" And that's what the cowardly woman who was all bark, but no bite managed before rallying her friend to get their gal pal who was tossed down and got the hell on out of the alley because fuck this shit! The three were on their way to scramble on out and didn't even bother to retrieve the shoes which looked pretty damn pricey, could probably sell for a good amount of yen at the pawn shop or something. .... ....someone...was there for her...? Slowly lifting her head up to see the form of a metallic woman defending her...this...this was different and new. So many times, time and time again...she was always the one trying to save and help people. Always being the one to put her head on the chopping block, yet it was so rare that anyone would ever do the same. The quirkist girls were scrambling to get away and the petite little fish girl dressed up in trash bags slowly blinked as she sniffled...still completely shaken to her core, her nerves still unable to relax from the sheer anxiety and panic. Visibly shuddering as though she was sitting in an ice box rather than comfortable weather... "Th..th...th..tha..nk y-y-you..." Sure, she was more durable than the average person...but that lil conk to the head didn't do her any favors and her limbs felt kinda like noodles with how her nerves weren't quite cooperating right now. Hopefully the woman didn't just leave her all alone, if that was one thing she didn't want, it was being abandoned right now and it was clear in those navy optics centered by a reflective magenta pupils...pleading not to be left alone. There was no way she could call on her friends right now...they were probably far away. In a way, she was scared, terrified of what they might say, what if they got mad at her for this...the toxic sea serpent couldn't handle that right now and for once, she was acknowledging that. It's like her thoughts couldn't connect into words, so she couldn't make that little request out loud, to please not leave her all alone. If that woman who protected and defended her in a time of need wandered off since the coast was clear, she would fumble and chase after her like an abandoned stray kitten scared for its precious life. |
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Post by Nikki on Oct 9, 2020 19:25:31 GMT -4
“Yeah, you punks better run!” Puffing her chest out as the trinity of torment seemed to turn tail at the sight of someone willing to stand up for themselves against her, though she didn’t entirely realize she was doing it Miss Nakajima couldn’t help but lift her fist into the air and shake it like an old shopkeeper who had just seen a bunch of ruffians away from his store, though once she recognised what she was doing she made sure to stop.
“I see you around here again, you won’t get off so easy~!” All too often recalling how she had been on the receiving end of such a gesture in her youth as she huffed out her anger and slapped her hands onto her hips, though she was kind of glad to know the situation had been solved without anyone throwing some kind of pesky assault charge against her and as such was not going to get an earful from the woman indoors, at the same time everything felt just a little bit anticlimactic too. As bad as it was, she had kinda liked the idea of letting loose there.
Jeez, I sound kinda like Mrs Shimizu don’t I? Sighing and sagging slightly as she removed the ferric condition of her form and replaced it with her usual full-bodied fleshiness, now that she thought about the consequences of getting in some kind of tussle like this and how her surrogate mother would react to it she couldn’t help but feel reminded of her, and honestly wasn’t sure if she was happy or horrified by that fact.
JPain in the ass, but at least I ain’t some old hag like her yet though…! Certainly respecting the woman who had taken her in when no one else would but at the same time recalling how often they ended up in the realm of disagreement as well, she supposed to count the half-full in the situation in the fact that while she might have misappropriated a few words and mannerisms from the old bag she retained her youthful good looks and the generous and perky endowments which came with that, and couldn’t help but pause to check out her reflection for a moment in a nearby piece of glass.
“Jeeeeez, you kick those guys ass, and then those bitches make you cry huh? Look at the state of you…” Not having all of the day to check herself out and contemplate tracking down someone with a body double quirk however as she heard a whimpering set of words coming from behind her, once she had turned around Nikki squatted down to inspect the small soul she had stood up for, and again found her feeling tugged in two directions.
“You can’t let those dirty hoebags get the better of you, ya know?” On the one hand impressed that this slight soul had managed to beat her to the punch and take out some bad guys but at the same time rather disappointed by her now she met her in person as it were, the steely siren couldn’t help but click her tongue at the sobbing state of the shape and shake her head, and felt a strong sense of annoyance at the fact she could be so incredible one moment and so pathetic the next.
“Here… Take this.” Rolling her eyes as she decided that the young thing had been on the receiving end of enough torment for the time being and not about to add to it no matter how termagant she was made to feel, Miss Nakajima shook her head again as she looked at the condition of the crying kiddo sagging and letting out a sigh as she began to pull the hooded shirt off her own back.
“So what’s your name, kid?” Still not sure if she should be impressed or irritated by the young thing but at the very least deciding that at least someone show her a little appreciation, while the fishy little thing looked a bit scared the ferric fox tried to relax her usual tightened brow knot from scowl to something slightly less off-putting as she attempted to wrap her jacket around the girl, and at least make her feel a little bit better about how her day was going as she tried to get a better look at the state she was in…
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Post by Hifumi Kitsu on Oct 16, 2020 3:30:25 GMT -4
♥ better than a pro hero! ♥ Serpent of the TOXIC Sea This lady was strong, like in the real way...but in a way, the small fish girl couldn't help feeling bad for those ladies and how bitter and mean they were. Someone hurt them, they had to have been wronged or something for them to act like that and be so adamantly against those with quirks. Yet, it seemed like no amount of action or talking was going to change their minds and...it hurt, it hurt to think that these people were so damaged by others being terrible to them that they couldn't realize not everyone was bad. Not everyone used their quirks to hurt people...why...why couldn't they see she was good and this lady was good and... ...and that lady was talking to her. ... Slowly, she tilt her head up, sniffling as tears rolled down her cheeks and slowly blinked, staring at her with those big ol' sad eyes struggling to stay positive and hold on to little bits of hope. The lady was mad at them, they were mean and she didn't like it...that was understandable...but still, the serpent wasn't sure if they were all bad. Or...was this lady right, the nice lady who took no shit... "I-I...nnn..." Would the lady get mad at her if she tried to defend them? That's why the kids back at St. Marta's hurt and abused her like a regenerating punching bag...because they needed something to be mad at and take their anger out on since they had no outlets aside from that. Falling silent as her mind tried to drift through the halls of St. Marta's, she was tugged out of her mind hauling her down memory lane and changing everything all around, instead...everything remained the same in her head and the world was as it is. The jacket being draped around her was like a tethering warm hug...something that was rare in her life outside of one person who repeatedly and willingly got themselves sick. All because they cared about her and didn't care about the consequences and forced her to accept that they didn't mind and wouldn't hate her for something she couldn't control...that she was still cared for. Gripping onto the edges of the jacket upon her tiny frame...she wanted to know her name.. Gritting her teeth for a moment and tilting her head down, she wished she could just make the world happy, those ladies happy, the villains happy, everyone. If everyone was happy, they'd stop fighting and maybe she wouldn't have to literally knock sense into people anymore when her words wouldn't break through to them. "H..hee..h..h..." It felt like she was being rude, even though she thanked her...still...still she felt rude for not being able to sputter out her name. Taking in a deep breath, she steadied herself and failed to speak as clearly as she wanted, but crying this much took a toll on her in more ways than one... "Hi..fu...mi.....m-m...my name is Hifumi..." The little scuffs on her body were healing up bit by bit. Slowly she paced her breathing and sniffled a bit more just to clear her runny nose and looked up at the lady who was rough around the edges...but still...she was kind and nice in her own way. "Who...what...who...nnnn..what about you, nice lady? Wh-what...what's your name...?" Still...though her words were stern and harsh about those other ladies, she was still nice to her and she was going to hold on to that, just as she held on to that jacket which was helping the young girl compose herself a bit more. |
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Post by Nikki on Oct 17, 2020 19:43:46 GMT -4
Nice lady…! Nice lady…! Nice lady…! Nice lady…! The young woman before her perhaps trying to compliment or otherwise show her appreciation toward Nikki but the dark dish only able to feel such a description as something damaging to her, she heard such an offensive slur upon her character ringing through her ears again and again and again some more, and honestly had to fight against a sudden urge to bop the slighter soul on the head because of that.
“Tch, I ain’t that nice kid, I only stepped in because those bitches were pissing me off…” Clicking her tongue and feeling her cheeks burn a little bit at such an observation which she was only too happy to correct in the immediacy, the red-eyed raven grumbled a little and looked to the side for a second to hide her embarrassment at being called such a bizarre thing, which she really couldn’t accept. There was nothing nice or ladylike about her was there? She made sure of it!
“Anyway, my names Nikki… Nikki Nakajima.” Sighing in a slightly huffy fashion a few seconds later when that awkward feeling of vulnerability ebbed away from her and then introducing herself properly, with how much the little bit was sobbing and snivelling the steely siren couldn’t help but forgive her, and as she watched wee lass cradle that coat around her frame the black beauty couldn’t help but lift the hood of it up and over her head to afford her a little privacy as well.
“It’s nice to meet you, I suppose, Little Hifumi…?” The discretion that the synthetic veil provided not exactly absolute but at least enough to conceal the blubbing and blushing of the nipper from those who might want to gawk at her, once she had done so the urban vixen even went so far as pat that innocent little head a couple of times to settle her, though she still felt like she was probably the worst woman in the whole world to comfort a crying child. Wow, this kid had some bad luck, huh?
“So you live around here or something?” Shaking her head however as some unexpected part of Miss Nakajima in which she kept any semblance of her maternal mechanism began to whirr wearily to life and compel the metal minx to keep fussing over the floored femme for a while longer, should Hifumi prove compliant the usually rowdy raven would guide her arms into the sleeves of the item she had given her, and then zip the front up too in order to help her look a little less shabby after the mistreatment she had received.
“Can’t say I’ve seen ya around here much?” Unable to keep it up too long before a big, loud and slightly gravelly voice in her mind seemed to ask her what in the hell she thought she was doing, after yet another sigh the ebony enchantress straightened back up and slapped one hand onto her hip whilst offering the other to help the little lass to her feet, all the while looking around what was left of the scene around them as she kept a watchful eye out for those harpies as well as the friends of the foolish foe the fishy femme felled earlier on…
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Post by Hifumi Kitsu on Oct 24, 2020 23:18:00 GMT -4
♥ better than a pro hero! ♥ Serpent of the TOXIC Sea Not nice...wait...huh...what? Everything felt like it was swirling about in her head as she tried to stop herself from having another episode born of trauma. Which, admittedly, was really draining on a psychological level. Yet having someone constantly talk to her and handling things in a different way from what she'd been used to helped a lot on that front. To her, it seemed like this lady was in denial...Nikki, someone who claimed they weren't nice...but still spared kindness for her. A small stranger who thought it was okay to help and protect people, even if they hated her for what she was, she still wanted to make a difference somehow anyway. Slowly blinking, like a stray kitten learning to trust another human, a soft little squeaked out purr finished with a chime-like tune escaped her when the spunky lady fixed the hood so it would rest upon her head. Now, when she said it was nice to meet her, she couldn't help but happily latch onto that and share a small smile that expressed her gratitude toward these contradictions of I ain't that nice. Especially with those head pats, she closed her eyes and gently nuzzled her hand for those short moments and stared up at her and....oh.... That small smile shifted to becoming far more subtle and leaning more toward a sense of neutrality...home. The closest things she called home were far away from here...it would take a while to get back and she was gonna have to camp out here for a bit somewhere, anywhere for the time being. Burdening her friends didn't feel right...turning her gaze down toward the ground, she shuffled her feet while trying to orchestrate the right thing to say. "...th-that's because...I'm not from around here..." Gulping at the air, she looked up and forced a smile back on her face, trying to sell herself the words she shared, "I-it's okay though, Nikki-san! I'll be okay, everything's gonna...be fine...y-yeah..." Well that didn't come off as convincing... Maybe it's because she was finally getting some grip on reality and how she spent so much of her life lying to herself just to make it? Furrowing her brows, she looked up toward her then to the men covered in severe burns... "Nnn...I-I should probably go...y-you should too, Nikki-san..." Though she wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed for a lot of social interactions, her old family made sure she got smart in making it so others couldn't get up...still...she was a bit scared about what if she didn't succeed at that this time. They may not be moving for now, but would they stay that way? |
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Post by Nikki on Oct 28, 2020 13:04:27 GMT -4
“Ahhhhh, thought so~” Nodding as the youngster confirmed the fact that she was something of an alien when it came to her local community, though Miss Nakajima had suspected such a fact given her lacking familiarity with a face which had every reason to stand out from a crowd, she was glad to have confirmation on the fact for a number of reasons.
“So where are ya from, kiddo?” Unsurprised really that the girl had received that frosty reception for doing her biz if she was more used to other folk, while the block’s around where the steely siren herself lived were more accepting of quirkers due to her own influence and that of a certain big mouthed old battle axe who acted like the mayor of the place, she knew all too well how opinions varied from street to street and honestly felt ever more glad that she had happened to swing this way because of that.
“Jeeeeez, just Nikki is fine, don’t add that ‘san’, sounds all kinds of off…” Lifting her hand to the back of her head when the plucky youngster seemed to treat her with a sense of respect that made her squirm internally, while Nikki knew that she was most assuredly the hottest form of shit going in all manner of ways, those stuffy honorifics that were rife in the nation just made her feel uncomfortable ultimately. Far more of a fan of something a bit more down to earth and never the sort of soul who stood upon ceremony, the ebony enchantress could only sigh and correct the youngster, and hope that she got the message about such nonsense.
“You sure you’re OK though? You’re looking pretty banged up there, dude?” Still unable to shake the idea that she should be doing something more to help Hifumi out, especially when she saw the girl wobble her way back to her feet, almost without realizing it the ballsy brunette offered out her hand in case the world’s tiniest badass needed it to steady herself and asked her how she felt, though guessed the result. Already seeming to realize that this slight soul was the sort of noble soul that would refuse assistance and soldier on regardless, Miss Nakajima would treat any affirmation of her good health with a nice heaped ladle of salt, and that perhaps guided her thinking when she mentioned moving on from this place.
“Ah yeah, bet the pigs or worse’ll show up sooner or later…” Clicking her tongue and grimacing slightly when the girl pointed out an urgency to vacate their position, Nikki glanced from one side to the other as she checked to see if the crowd had dispersed by this point, and then found herself focusing for the sound of sirens for a second or two before she decided what to do.
“Fucking pain, you got a place to crash nearby? Looks like you could take a load of there, honey?” Ultimately unable to stroll off too easily or eagerly and leave the youngster to her own fate though, all it would have taken was a turn down the wrong alleyway for her to run into the long arm of the law or some punk looking for revenge or the simple chance to persecute her, and so the raven could only linger there a little longer as she asked what the kid was going to do next, and wondered if she would mind having a guest at her place for the night if she found herself short of a place to lay her head in this unfamiliar area…
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