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In fact you know what? Fuck you.
>Loona weaved, dodging a couple hits
>the third one was blocked—barely, but her counter went unguarded by her opponent
>he was a lanky sinner, and he went down like a tree in the woods
>Loona panted as the count went on, and barely registered the referee lifting her arm to declare her the victor
>as she exited the ring, a familiar owl handed her a water bottle, which she begrudgingly accepted and began chugging, handing back an empty one
>"I have to say, I never thought you'd take an interest in this sort of thing," Octavia teased lightly, "I suppose it suits you, though."
>"Well... I'm not the only one, you know that," Loona responded, leaning back against the wall, "After that weird shit? Just feels good to move."
>"Don't have to tell me twice," Octavia looked a bit ashamed, "I couldn't even get myself off the ground..."
>"Yeah but, your dad fixed it... must be nice being the kid of the guy who fixed the fatdemic, right?"
>"True," Octavia's phone buzzed, and in an instant it was out in her hand, "Oh. Well, our dads are gonna be out a little late tonight..."
>"Again?"
>"Yeah, its amazing how much a little weight loss can change... I just hope dad's not still driving him around the scooter again."
>Loona tried not to chuckle, "Tell me about it.... hey, I gotta shower, you wanna pop by Stylish Occult afterward? I can have the f--Moxxie pick us up."
>"I'd love to!" Octavia beamed, "There's some monkey paws I've been DYING to get a look at..."
>Loona smiled...
>....
>the IMP van slowed to a stop out front, Loona and Octavia hopping in the back
>"Wow, I'm shocked you didn't blow away in the wind," Loona teased, earning an eyeroll from Moxxie that was only visible in the rearview mirror
>"Uh huh," he responded, "So um, who am I driving home first?"
>"Neither. We're going to Stylish Occult!" Octavia responded giddily
>Loona leaned over the seat, holding a candy bar out to Moxxie
>"Uhh, what's this...?"
