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…eeeeh, brave, but that’s still kinda self-serving. Girl, you just cockblocked a man, likely made him a trending topic on Twitter, and sent him to the hospital a half-living taco. MAYBE you shouldn’t be laughing.
That being said, that way of addressing Lucinda- mmmhmhmHOHOHOH
ರೃ Lucinda: I understand.
what. Huh? Eh?
Toxic-haired Girl: Oh- you do? I'm so glad.
ರೃ Lucinda: I do. I just told you. Don’t ask me what I just told you.
Toxic-haired Girl: Okay. Sorry. I won’t. It’s just, people often say that out of compromise. I'm no good with manners.
ರೃ Lucinda: I have no compromises with you. In my opinion your hair is disgusting and you carry yourself wrong.
Toxic-haired Girl: I see.
The girl smiles.
Toxic-haired Girl: Thank you for your honesty.
…huh? And yet- she laughs again?! Let’s just hope Lucinda doesn’t remember A-chan.
Toxic-haired Girl: Sorry. Mom always said that first impressions are half the story.
ರೃ Lucinda: I don’t care. You shouldn’t, either. We won’t have a relationship. Odds are, we might be dead in a month.
Toxic-haired Girl: That is true. I’m <span class="mu-s">Lifa</span>.
ರೃ Lucinda: So; you are still hiding under a nickname.
Lifa, the Magical Girl that can raise the dead, shakes her head.
Lifa: It makes sense that you would think that, but this is what I go by in the wider Magical Girl Community. You could figure out the rest about me with that name. Besides…
She leaves the word hanging in the air for too long.
Lifa: Isn’t it nice? To be able to name yourself.
ರೃ Lucinda: Names change nothing.
Awkward silence.
Lifa: Um- Shouldn’t we order?
ರೃ Lucinda: No. First, I want you to answer the question I sent you through text. Second, I want to know your demands so I can meet them at once.
Lifa blinks- and blinks.
Lifa: You- remember that?
ರೃ Lucinda: Yes.
Lifa: -cause I don’t. Hahahaha!
Of course, only Lifa is laughing…
Lifa: um- is that question in the emails we traded or did you ask it after I agreed to text you?
ರೃ Lucinda: Why did you laugh?
Lucinda’s voice came out sliiightly more coarse than last time
enough for Felicia to stop slurping her milkshake.
