>>6152690“<span class="mu-i">I briefly felt my heart skip a beat… This has never happened before.</span>” Judith is more shocked than embarrassed as she places a hand over her chest. After acknowledging it, she seems back in control like nothing happened. “Y-You’re an incredibly beautiful man, Phil.” She barely can acknowledge the facts as they are. She isn’t in control yet.
“<span class="mu-i">..Y-Yeah, h-he’s kind of cute, I’ll give him that.</span> A-And I guess this does change things a little… B-Be a man of your word, you hear me? I-I’ll be on the lookout whether you like it or not! M-Making sure you keep it and all that...” Cocoa will remain firm in her convictions, despite her attitude becoming more coy. Misty relishes in this 180°!
“Again, no problem for me. And thank you all.” You wink. “And since we’re friends, here’s my number.” You hand over your number to Judith. You hand over a napkin with it written!
“G-Give me that…!” Tatianna wants to snatch from the Interpol Agent. Judith casually dodges every attempt like she’s taunting a cat with a toy.
“I-I need to scan the number…! F-For safety…!” Cocoa joins Tatianna in her futile attempts to grab the piece of paper.
“I can do it myself, Officer.” Judith keeps on dodging while drinking her coffee.
Annelien wants to grab a picture of it instead of joining, but Misty snatches the piece of paper with her long nails instead.
“Would you rather play a game with me instead?” Misty begins teasing the table as she holds the piece of paper like a carrot on a stick.
You say goodbye for now even if it fell on deaf ears, you didn’t think this group could end up being so silly. This was the most important group to acknowledge, now the next one in the totem pole has quite the menace in their ranks. You approach the table with prisoners who all happen to be Flame Users…
“Hi there, everyone.” You make your presence known.
“Bro, it’s the man of the hour, too cool to be sour! We have to rock it or pocket!” Roundbert nudges his twin brother.
“Yeah, he is. And we need to, yeah. That sounds like something we do.” Squarefelix nods, but has no clue what the fuck his brother meant.
“Rahul is pleased to see you, please, grab a seat. It’s a great honor to share a table with you, young one.” Rahul cordially invites you to sit with them.
“May I join you for a brief moment as well?” Lady Steen approaches this group as she stands by the chair next to you.
“Everyone’s welcome.” Rahul gestures to the empty chair Steen is holding.
“You’re very kind.” The broker smiles.
“Not like you gave us much of an option.” Carmella doesn’t like (what she considers) the two-faced kind. Steen is about to respond, but you raise your voice first.
“Hey Carmella, did prison fix your attitude yet? Or at least get you to realize you sucked as a friend?” You ask.
