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Lifa: What do you think of this mont blanc? Drawing it was like drawing spaghetti, but the weight has to feel different.
ರೃ Lucinda: It does look appetizing.
Grandma from the other side of the door: Happy to know I didn’t waste what little time I have left then!
Lifa SCREAMS without making any sound whatsoever and suddenly she’s in eight places at once without even transforming, taking full advantage of the second and a half it takes for her grandmother to tackle the innocent door open. By the time it has been successfully invaded, Lifa’s studio of nothing but love looks ready to be sold- at least to a hentai addict.
Lifa: GRAN, how many times do I have to tell you this is MY
Grandma: (shrugging her off) Aww just- quiet, you! I know what you do.
Lifa: I’m NOT sure about thFHFFMFH?!
The feeble lady, riding her last days however the fuck she wants, just stuffed her granddaughter’s mouth full of chocolate cookies with chocolate chips. She makes her way in with quick, unsteady steps and leaves a loaded tray of those- right on top of Lifa’s expensive digital tablet which the Magical Girl most likely sold her soul for. Oh wait never mind, you can’t do that twice.
Grandma: Have fun! Don’t be out too late. Beep bop.
ರೃ Lucinda: Beep bop.
The poor door is brutally sealed shut; Lifa’s grandmother must truly value privacy. Lucinda checks her cell phone.
