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Oh no! The prophecy you just made up has come to fruition! Clumsy Ambition-P drops her keys to the first floor. Her hand extends through the bars, the defeat in her eyes is palpable. Your heart breaks the moment the cheap steel bounces on the dirt near the pavement. What an unmitigated disaster. But if you’re known for something… it’s not for picking up keys. Are you known for something? Like, everyone on the face of the planet knows that Scarlet is all about her bubble butt, but a level-headed guy like you? Nothing. You have no quirks. Just a regular guy. And you prefer it stay that way.
“Meow.” Bradford Jr. wants you to pick up the keys. What a nice boy. You put him inside your hoodie so he can be warm.
“Yeah, I will.” You know that being a normal level-headed guy means you need to help people in need. The greater the task, the less likely a regular man would do anything. But recovering a key from the ground is as meager as boring tasks go.
After grabbing the key, you go up the stairs until you meet with Deborah halfway through. Time to greet your new neighbor! You remind yourself she’s in apartment 303, right next to Ajna’s, which is right next to yours.
“Sir! Partner! Mr. Ando!” Debbie has no idea what to call you. “W-What are you doing here?”
“Giving you <span class="mu-i">this</span> back, Debbie.” You hand over the key.
“T-Thank you!” Debbie acts way too surprised by this. “Y-You saw me drop it?”
“Yeah.” You shrug.
“<span class="mu-i">That’s embarrassing…</span> I’ve given the worst of impressions...” Debbie chuckles a little out of nervousness. “How have you been?” Debbie instinctively asks, and realizes it wasn’t the best question. You were together like an hour ago.
“I’m good; not much changes in one car ride’s time.” You cheekily respond. “You live here?”
“I moved here today.” Debbie crosses her arms, trying to move on from her awkward question.
“Then we’re neighbors!” You raise your fist in celebration. You two start going up the stairs. “Welcome to the block!”
“W-We are?” Debbie feels positive emotions! You reach the 3rd floor.
“I’m in 301.” You point two doors away from the Blueberry’s apartment.
“Something out there must be bringing us together.” Debbie looks up to the stars. Oh god, an enemy ability?! Wait, your Level 5 Knowledge is calling you stupid. False alarm. “Well, uh, I’m unpacking, but, uhm, do you want to come over? We need to hash out a plan if you really meant it back then. The music industry isn’t easy!”
