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A Greentext from HoloGlob
>be a sickly chuuba
>life always on the edge of death, but you try your best
>all you wanna do is collab with your favorite chuuba, Calliope Mori, before you die
>you finally get the once-in-an-artificially-shortened-lifetime chance to do so, even when it seems like your co-workers do their best to make it almost impossible
>finally able to prep for it
>delayed once or twice, but for once in the test build God calls your life you don't worry about the clock tick-tocking down the hours
>the day finally arrives
>you turn on your computer, ready to power through the IV drip and give it your all
>Mori isn't online, but she sent a message five minutes ago
>"Ya boy'll be there in a quick minute, don't worry. I'm incredibly fast."
>suddenly, you hear a noise at the door
>"PIN PON"
>the strangest thing about the noise is that you don't have a doorbell
>the guest keeps shouting "PIN PON" until you go to open the door
>standing in front of your hunched over frame is a 5'6" colossus of a woman, with bright pink hair and two cardboard boxes filled to the brim with alcohol
>"Yo yo yo, what's up my dude? Ready to PAR-TAY?"
>she walks into your room, spins around in wonder at the medical equipment you have in case of an emergency
>"wow, this is like, straight out of a sci-fi show, huh? Totes ra-D'OH F-WORD"
>the last section was inturrupted as her twirl sent her directly into the path of your IV drip, tripping her over, spilling boxed wine all over the equipment, and ripping the IV out of your arm in one fell swoop
>you fall onto the ground, head suddenly spinning from the shock as you start to fade and your alarm goes off for EMTs
>Mori comes over to check on you before you pass out
>"Yo, that's a big bunch of aka coming right out of your arm, dude. Are you doing ok?"
>the only thing you can mutter before passing out, lips still smiling from at least meeting your Mori before it all ends, is a stuttered:
>"y-you, too"
