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卌 A: HAHAHHA, WHAT THE FUCK, HAHAHA, oh my god wh-wh-where did you even GET THIS? You had to steal it from a museum! And why! Oh my god, why!
ರೃ Lucinda: I do not understand why you are laughing.
卌 A: hahHAHA, hahaHA, it's, it's just... WHY?
ರೃ Lucinda: That is none of your concerns.
The perhaps most dreaded Magical Girl in Buenos Aires behind Salome patiently waits for A’s meltdown to simmer.
卌 A: Sorry, sorry. Ok. I get it; none of my concern. And I know you’d go hunting for a necromancer or such on your own if I refuse, so let me thank you for your patronage.
Lucinda remains silent. Suddenly, A is silent too. Cheery, but quiet as she bounces her index finger against her chin.
卌 A: Huh. Hmmm… Huh…
ರೃ Lucinda: Coordinator, are you doing this to annoy me?
卌 A: No, that’s not my intention. I have an idea- but let me be careful.
A takes a napkin from under her desk and proceeds to clean the corner of it that was shot-gunned with tea from her nostril. It’s a silent process, yet Lucinda, who relishes silence, is frowning more with each passing second
until A the Coordinator lifts a finger.
卌 A: I know who. I have one. I will leave this matter in her hands.
ರೃ Lucinda: That’s up to me, Coordinator.
卌 A: I know, I know. Let me send you her email. She’s a shy one, so phone calls or even sudden text messages may be out of the question for now. Earn her trust.
ರೃ Lucinda: Give me her name.
卌 A: I won’t. That’s up to her. You have your reputation to owe for that.
Said reputation being that of the ‘strongest, meanest, coldest Magical Girl seen in a while, maybe a refugee from the Big North’. Unwarranted, since she hadn’t been mean to anyone.
卌 A: And- done. You should have gotten it.
ರೃ Lucinda: Is your job your excuse for having my phone number?
卌 A: It is. And I won’t erase it.
ರೃ Lucinda: I see.
Lucinda stands from the desk, grabs the suitcase-
卌 A: You can leave that here for the time being. It may be troublesome if you are caught with an ancient relic stolen from a museum- and I can vouch for this place being great for ancient rituals.
Lucinda simply lets go of the suitcase and walks away, as A sips a bit more of her tea- and, after a while, after Lucinda is very well long gone, the Coordinator laughs even more.
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