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It’s paradoxical. Some people sacrifice themselves to draw as much attention as they can- while some just want to be themselves and end up drawing even more attention. The Magical Girl waves at Lucinda, facing the mild wind with her toxic-looking turquoise and green short hair, its colors evenly split through mixed wide strands- while wearing jean-blue painter overalls over a long black shirt. It’s as if her head was the Earth seen from space and we really, really fucked up the water down here. No wonder we are in space. Eyes like stone, you glance at Lucinda from inside the bag, who stands on end like a cat being approached by dog it doesn't know even though the dog is nice.
The girl bumps into a table and sends a wave of coffee over a salary man who is sitting with a woman. The man screams like a banshee.
Toxic-haired Girl: Oh-OH MY GOD I’M SO SORRY!
Man on a date: AAAAAAAAAAAAA! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!
Toxic-haired Girl: ARE YOU OKAY?!
Man on a date: AAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Toxic-haired Girl: I-I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO!
The woman on the other side is frozen, just staring at the man screaming. Then slowly, slooowly, she takes out her cell phone and starts recording him as the man jumps off the table and rips his shirt off with his nails.
Man on a date: AAAAAAAAAAAAA! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!
Toxic-haired Girl: I’M SORRY! WAITER! WAAAAITER!
Girl, for real, what the hell could a waiter do in this situation? That being said, not everyone can think clearly when shit goes down. When the waiter arrives, he of course calls an ambulance as a lady clerk from a nearby candy shop arrives with a first-aid kit. Mortified, the walking planet Earth hides her mouth as the man is held down forcefully by some mexicans.
λ Felicia: Man, what the hell? Do they serve lava for coffee around here? At least he didn’t drink that.
Hmm…! Strange but good point. Maybe it's worth keeping tabs on this- you never know, with Magical Girls. At any rate, Lucinda is still there, looking flabbergasted for once in her life; it's not a smile, but at least the muscles in her face work. The woman that was with the guy who is currently getting vodka blasted into its open charred flesh and howling tells Planet Earth Girl to not worry and to just go away fast. She tries to tell the exotic girl to just be more careful next time, speaking louder by the second because the 'I'm sorry!' repeated over and over keeps drowning her words- until the woman ends up screaming that everything is okay as if she was scolding.
Felicia is laughing; you are laughing too, but it’s Felicia’s fault. She’s bad, not you. Poor girl. The man screams.
