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Lifa: No. Do not group me. This is just practical advice at this point. You want to scare them so they stop, but if they are coming for you in the first place it can only be because they’d rather take their chances than be cowards. And if they are after you because they think you are evil then you’d just be proving them right, giving them more excuses to hunt you.
Whatever the fuck is happening back there you will never know and be happy to never know. You ain't stretching your neck to peek this time.
Lifa: We don't lack kind souls willing to do good- we lack a good definition of what good is.
ರೃ Lucinda: Will you do it? Will you revive the mammoth?
As expected, more thinking time. Fuck it, you'll peek.
Lifa: I’m still thinking about that.
ರೃ Lucinda: What do you want from me?
Lifa: Empathy. Kindness. Patience.
ರೃ Lucinda: So you won’t do it because your judgment is that I lack those values.
Lifa: I’m still thinking about that. D-do not make me repeat myself!
Huh.
ರೃ Lucinda: Yes, yes; you do a lot of thinking. Do tell me: what is it that you truly want in exchange? Why is it that you want to know more of me?
Lifa is now… limp and cold. Like deatha.
Lifa: I think that you have a suspicion. Let me hear it first so that there won’t be confusion.
ರೃ Lucinda: You want me to be your girlfriend. You want to fuck my armpits.
Lifa is… albeit slowly, raising an eyebrow. In this dark alley with only Lucinda Newhorn. Woah.
Lifa: Go ask anyone and they’ll all tell you I only said that to keep those jerks off your back. That much, Lucinda, should be extremely obvious. It will only hurt you to have suspicions when the intent is right in front of your nose.
ರೃ Lucinda: I see. I understand.
Lucinda strikes a much more relaxed pose, taking just a single step towards Lifa.
ರೃ Lucinda: So- I’m not up to your standards.
Lifa was… already scared to say the least, but now all that is moving of her is that humble chest puffing under that painter's garb, over and over. And Lucinda seems... giddy, somehow. Something in the way she moves... it reminds you of your cat. Oh god. Oh fuck. You’d very much rather be watching a horror movie than this right now.
λ Felicia: (whispering) …bonk time?
>Bonk time.
>NO no bonk time you lil shit
