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“Before that, you seem to have mixed feelings about the drone.” You stare at the old war drone that retired before its final bout.
“I-I d-don’t have s-space for i-it.” Ajna painfully admits. She doesn’t want to get rid of the gift. “A-And I can’t re-return it, the b-box came i-in without a s-sender. B-But I d-don’t want t-to t-throw it a-away, I-I don’t w-want to d-disappoint my f-friend.”
“Yeah, it’s quite sad that this good boy will be locked up when it still has so much more to give.” You look longingly at the drone.
“W-What?” Ajna didn’t say anything of the sort, but a bulb lit up above her head! “J-Johnny, d-do you want t-to keep i-it? I k-know it’ll be s-safe with y-you.”
“Really? I can keep it?” Your eyes sparkle with childish enthusiasm. Maybe you have a thing for old gadgets that still have a lot to give, like your van.
“M-Mhm.” Ajna can’t even nod without fidgeting, but it’s a positive answer.
“Sure then! If you ever change your mind, tell me!” You don’t want her to regret it. Hopefully, you won’t crash it by then.
“H-Here!” Ajna hands it over in its original box, she loves seeing how overjoyed you are for something this insignificant. The <span class="mu-s">Fire Stingray</span> now belongs to you! You wonder what kind of new chapters you two will write together.
“I’ll take good care of it.” You have no idea how to use it though. “Now, back to where we were. Do you mind if I call Debbie here now?”
“G-Give me 5 m-minutes to p-prepare.” Ajna disappears into her room...
In the meantime, you invited Debbie over by text, it shouldn’t take 5 minutes to get here, but you never know with blueberries, they have a tendency to be unpredictable. Regardless, the domino pieces are tumbling down, it’s just a matter of time to get this meeting in motion…
“Thank you for inviting me over!” Debbie has arrived.
“Hey there, come in!” You invite her in despite it not being your apartment.
Debbie grabs your hand after you turn around to shake it, resulting in a backhanded handshake of sorts. She’s trying not to look at you in your face as she continues the motion for whatever reason, she then stops and moves to Ajna to wave hello in front of her. It’s very confusing and Debbie knows it. Ajna, bless her soul, mimics the idol’s movement to make the interaction endearing. She knows her well enough to adjust. Maybe the girls spend more time adapting to Debbie’s awkwardness than the host’s…
“D-Do you want s-something t-to drink?” Ajna asks again as any great host would.
“Later! Thanks, Ajna.” Debbie cheerfully declines as you all sit down. “Ready to get more involved, manager?”
“Absolutely.” You nod. “The others are probably too busy to meet with us right now, so it’s gonna be just the three of us.”
