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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀fuck your new world .ᐟ
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ㅤㅤ•° she speared some of the pasta, taking it to her mouth, and let out a satisfied hum. It's not the best pasta she's had, but it's good for tonight.
ㅤㅤ“Any plans after this, Jeannie.ᐣ”
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ㅤㅤ•° she moved over to the dining table, sitting on one of the chairs and taking a fork for herself.
ㅤㅤ“I like it. It smells more ... Low-key than your usual one. Less intense.”
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ㅤㅤ•° she pressed her face against the back of the other witch's head.
ㅤㅤ“Your hair smells nice. Did you use a different brand of shampoo.ᐣ”
ㅤㅤ•° she eventually let go of Jeanne to let her reheat the food.
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ㅤㅤ“A drink would be nice.”
ㅤㅤ•° she stood up and moved closer to Jeanne until she was right behind her, slinking both arms around the witch's waist.
ㅤㅤ“Just leftover pasta is okay too.”
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ㅤㅤ•° she let out a hum as she thought about it.
ㅤㅤ“Mm ... anything you have in your fridge. I'd take anything.”
ㅤㅤ•° nothing in specific is in her mind. As long as she eats, she's happy.
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ㅤㅤ“A little bit.”
ㅤㅤ•° cape and top hat disappeared from her body as she slumped on the nearby couch, spine cracking like a broken plank, followed by a relieved groan.
ㅤㅤ“I don't ... feel like hunting either.”
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ㅤㅤ•° she cut through the wind, gliding down with magic until they reached her apartment's balcony. Letting the platinum witch down first, before she herself went down and unlocked the balcony door.
ㅤㅤ“Here we are.”
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Kyra Ikari Nightingale. Signer, Assassin, Sister and Duelist.
Kyra Ikari Nightingale. Signer, Assassin, Sister and Duelist.
ㅤㅤ“Home it is.”
ㅤㅤ•° from the faltered hand a grapple appears. She gently pushed Jeanne's hands away from her waist and hugs the woman's whole body in return, before shooting the grapple up at a building, sending both flying.
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ㅤㅤ“Well, where do you wanna go.ᐣ”
ㅤㅤ•° one hand raised up to touch the platinum witch's hair, only to falter.
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ㅤㅤ•° and as much as she didn't want to, she can't help but agree.
ㅤㅤ“It is, unfortunately for me.”
ㅤㅤ•° ... Not that she minded being charmed at all.
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ㅤㅤ“I'd hate to have you as a rival.”
ㅤㅤ•° she grumbled again, before wrapping her arms around Jeanne's neck, pulling her into another kiss.
ㅤㅤ“You'd be sooo annoying. And too cute to hurt.”
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ㅤㅤ•° grumbling, annoyed and squinting her eyes like an angry cat. Just imagine the airplane ears.
ㅤㅤ“Mm ... I would, but you'd just counter them anyways. With proof too.”
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ㅤㅤ•° scoffing, equally as playful. She pursed her lips as she thought of the many times she was like that.
ㅤㅤ“Oh, now you're just calling me out.ᐟ Meanie.ᐟ”
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ㅤㅤ“Oh, please no, what sort of gentleman would I be if I were to mooch off my girlfriend.ᐣ”
ㅤㅤ•° dramatically placing her hand on her forehead, tilting backwards like she's going to faint.
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ㅤㅤ“Oh, don't be too insulted. My mother does pay me. Just not enough.”
ㅤㅤ•° she gave a smile next.
ㅤㅤ“Thank you though. It means a lot.”
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ㅤㅤ“I'd beg and grovel on the ground for you to keep doing that. Alas, too much shame, not enough bravery and very underpaid for it.”
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ㅤㅤ“Much better.”
ㅤㅤ•° she parroted, before going in for a second, better kiss. Right on the lips of course, she doubts the other witch would be happy with further teasing.
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Queen Kara Sylvia Shikagita Odius. The duelist, model, signer, and idol.
Queen Kara Sylvia Shikagita Odius. The duelist, model, signer, and idol.
ㅤㅤ“Say it next time, or make it clearer.”
ㅤㅤ•° she grumbled, though almost immediately changed her demeanor to a pleading one.
ㅤㅤ“ ... Please.ᐣ”
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ㅤㅤ“Mmmghh ... Fine.”
ㅤㅤ•° she grabs the other by the shoulders, and kisses the edge of her lips, purposefully missing.
ㅤㅤ“Hehe.”
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ㅤㅤ“ ... ”
ㅤㅤ•° slight annoyance on her face. Approaching slowly.
ㅤㅤ“Jeannie, if you want a kiss, you can just say ... ”
ㅤㅤ•° always so difficult to read. For her, at least.
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ㅤㅤ•° laughing with her, before deflating after a ‘ spectacular ’ performance.
ㅤㅤ“My gratitude, truly ~ anywho, how have you been, Madame J.ᐣ”
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