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>Lifa has one of those high school photos you take when you graduate.
Upsie! Something is raining- and it’s an entire album crammed with half-done manga pages. Even with how messy this place is, both of them are bound to get scared if you just keep dropping things like that, so- let’s do it all in one go!
ರೃ Lucinda: You should play Jenga.
Lifa: This only happens when a beautiful girl comes over…
ರೃ Lucinda: Then I will assume that beautiful girls do come over all the time.
Lifa: And you’ll be right!
Chess puff, proud smile, defiant eyes; Lucinda is met with the full package but buys none of it.
Lifa: I’m talking about me. I am the beautiful girl. It's a joke. Hardly anyone but my grandma comes here...
ರೃ Lucinda: I assumed as much. I don’t think any other would come unless you pay them.
Wow, bitch, rude. And yet, Lifa laughs.
Lifa: You just called me beautiful!
ರೃ Lucinda: Incorrect. I said that you were talk-
Lifa: You just-called-me beautiful! You just-called-me beautiful!
Lifa sings and dances- even after Lucinda told her she butchered a whole team and dragged it around in a bag. Who, to your shock and surprise, is only crossing her arms under her up-to-standards chest and staring.
ರೃ Lucinda: Feel free to look as dumb as you like for as long as you like.
Lifa: HEY.
ರೃ Lucinda: It is your right. What is this?
FINALLY. It’s Lifa’s high school picture. Even there her hair still has those weird toxic colors.
