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fl1p7un45
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There were many factors that led to the huge smile on Meenah’s face. The fact she had her trident back, the carnage, the delightful feeling of her 3dent sinking into flesh. That was up until she saw a certain friend in a God Tier outfit, floating around like it was nothing. Up she went, floating toward him and scowling.
“Yo! Tuna! What the glub, bro? How you tail me you ain’t got no Cod Tier ‘jammies an’ you gon’ be floatin’ around and shit in 'em now? That is some grade A certified glubbin’ bullcarp! An’ don’t even TRY to tail me you reached Cod Tier here, ain’t no coddamn motherglubbin’ way. Where your quest cocoon at? NOW) (-ER-E! T) (AT’S W) (-ER-E!”
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There was no mistaking a Captor, and even if she had hardly interacted with this one, he was hard to ignore.
“Mituna, Was It? I Cannot Believe They Have Abducted You As Well.” There hardly seemed to be any reason to their selections. So far, she had met with a few of her friends, but there had been many more that have been taken from their homes.
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He motions a flower crown consisting of daisies and petunias toward the boy, a benign smile tugging at his lips all the while.
“Would you like one? I can teach you how to craft one of these crowns as well.”
Met’s never seen horns like his before. Horns in that shape? Sure. Horns come in all shapes and sizes, with some even being ridiculous-- like her friend Kurotsuno’s horns, for example. But she’s never seen horns with that kind of coloring before.
She comes to an unfortunately erroneous conclusion rather quickly.
“Mmmm! Candy corn!”
“Don’t mind if I do!”
She’s reaching for his horns before she knows it, having to stand up on her tiptoes for lack of floating power. It’s... kind of hard, actually. He’s tall -- or she’s tiny -- and she wobbles a little, finally having to put her hands on his shoulders to steady herself.
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“We’re both stuck here for good, then.”
His tone is flat, as if the gravity of the situation is finally weighing down on him. He’s going to need a long nap once this day is done...