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#18, I may be going a little too wild with this.
>you spooned some peanut butter into your mouth with one hand while turning the page of the book with the other
>the office was still fucked up, of course
>in fact you'd rolled your eyes when Blitzo got the evaluation back, seeing as it literally had 'fucked up' in big, black bold letters
>so here you were, in an unused office space on the third floor that had been set aside until they could fix it
>how long had it been?
>a week?
>at least the fleas were bugging you less and less since putting on the flea collar which you tugged at now and then
>not to mention the... uncomfortable shower with the shampoo you got, and the arduous task of cleaning Loona's hair from head to tail
>unlike before, you had absolutely refused to join the imps on any other jobs, fully accepting your role as the portal opener and nothing more
>it'd served you well, even if the sinners you saw on a day to day basis creeped you out
>you'd opted for a black shirt and purple leggings today, but Loona's large closet was starting to run out of acceptable options
>you flipped the page again, licking the roof of your mouth (you had been for the past minute or so) and realizing you still didn't understand a lick of this grimoire
>"Erm... Hey, Loona?" Moxxie asked, trying to get your attention
>your ear simply flicked
>"Loona?" he tried again
>"Hmm?" you responded through a mouthful of peanut butter
>"This isn't a bad time, is it?" Moxxie asked, a little nervously
>you couldn't blame him when Loona had been so stand-offish
>"Nooh, I camg talgg," you responded, garbled to a grossed out Moxxie, "zomefing on yer minb?"
>"U-uhh," he continued, wincing a little, "well... back at... my father's... its been chaotic moving stuff down here, I didn't get a chance to..."
>you swallowed the peanut butter, the viscous substance pushing down your esophagus with some difficulty, "mgh, y-yeah?"
>"Thanks."
