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<span class="mu-r">“Chill, play games, catch up on some shows. I’ve got nothing but time now that I’ve dropped out of college to pursue a life of crime, and you’ve got a pretty decent selection here.”</span> she said, glancing back at the neat pile of games you had stacked beside your console.
<span class="mu-r">“<span class="mu-i">Only</span> decent?”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“Decent enough. They should keep me busy until I get a chance to buy a new handheld.”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“Just don’t delete my saves or break my controllers, and we’re cool.”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“Sounds easy enough. So long as you don’t have any Pokemon games, that shouldn’t be a problem.”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“Why?”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“Because Pokemon games only have one available save slot?”</span> Ember said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
<span class="mu-r">“Really? Still?”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“Yup. It’s total bullshit.”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“Do you still play them?”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“Obviously.”</span> Ember said, her tone insinuating that she was more frustrated with herself than at anybody else. <span class="mu-r">“What about you?”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“Oh, I can’t remember the last time I played a Pokemon game.”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“No, not that.”</span> Ember corrected. <span class="mu-r">“I mean, what’re your plans for today?”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“I was gonna introduce the Morlocks to a friend of mine that might be interested in doing something about their housing situation.”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“You sure are doing a lot to help these people.”</span> Ember said, casually sipping her smoothie.
<span class="mu-r">“Yeah, well…they deserve it. They’re good people.”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“Yeah, they seemed decent.”</span> Ember admitted. <span class="mu-r">“Annoying, but decent.”</span>
You gave her a warm smile.
<span class="mu-r">“I really appreciate you promising to make a new court for them. Thank you.”</span>
Ember’s cheeks went red and she looked away while leaning her head on her hand.
<span class="mu-r">“I just felt a bit bad for them. They’re stuck sleeping outside during the rainy season.”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“Nature Girl can take care of most of their needs out there, but I get your meaning.”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“That was the one with the antlers, right? She wasn’t too freaky looking.”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“Nah, she’s just annoying.”</span>
A look of understanding crossed Ember’s features.
<span class="mu-r">“Annoying, but decent.”</span> she pointed out.
<span class="mu-r">“Yeah, you get it.”</span>
You both shared a laugh and finished your breakfast in relative peace.
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After cleaning the table, you made your way back to your room, opened your closet, and examined your available inventory of suits. There were currently six of them, and only two needed to be dry cleaned or repaired, which was a win in your book.
But out of all of them, one suit in particular drew your attention. It was the one that Ana had made for you before your trip to Neverland. It was orange, with black stripes made up of a breathable mesh fabric, and two detachable cloaks. One made of cloth, and one made of fur.
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