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Lifa: OH, well, UM, that is because /how/ we do things is easier to explain than /why/ we do things.
ರೃ Lucinda: I see. I agree.
Lifa: ……..Should we order something to eat or drink?
ರೃ Lucinda: I said no.
Lifa: But, we’ve already been here for a bit and still haven’t gotten through with any of your points. And- I want to do this properly. If you don’t mind, of course.
You know it- Lifa was about to laugh nervously but she cut herself short. Wise move. This date is totally and utterly fucked. Just run, Lifa. Run for your Lifa.
ರೃ Lucinda: Waiter.
Although the waiter was in the middle of unloading a whole cheesecake, Lucinda’s voice was so commanding that he just dropped it on the table tray and all and walked over anyway.
Waiter: Yes? Oh and good day, what can I get you?
ರೃ Lucinda: The card, obviously.
Waiter: The card. Yes, the card, of course.
λ Felicia: (whispering) OI, Big Goddess! Is this gonna work out? I don't wanna be here no more.
Fuck if you know, but your track record is at stake. The fingers pulling the cupid’s bow are drenched in sweat, the heart-shaped arrow shaking over its mark.
But fuck it.
