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The girl looked up from her tablet screen and tapped the end of the stylus against her jawline. The sun had just reached an angle that let it reach where she lay on the hammock hung diagonally across a corner of her room. It was late enough that she should be starting to think about preparing something to eat.

Even with the expensive computer sitting on the corner of the room she preferred to write by hand. Her first manuscripts had been on physical paper but with that came the inevitable difficult scenario of visiting the post office to send the package.

It had taken two months for her to muster the courage to send her first novel away to a publisher. Nine more copies were sent to nine more publishers before one of her works had eventually gotten published with minimal success and she bought herself this tablet, allowing Shizuri to avoid this unbearable obstacle.

She was famous now. Well.. Magical Girl Kuroe was. If the girl Shizuri had the fame and attention that Kuroe got it might be that she would drop dead on the spot. Today a dozen books had been published in the past two years and Shizuri was living the perfect life of isolation.

"~Fid. Where's my phone. I'm going to order pizza."

The diminutive Fairy looked up from a small pillow at the foot of the hammock. "No. You ordered ramen yesterday and pizza the day before that. Go buy something to make for yourself."

Shizuri sighed and reached into the pocket of her shorts, grabbing a marker. It was swiftly knocked out of her hand by a streak of shadow and fell to the floor. She rolled over onto her stomach and looked down at it with an unhappy expression. She knew exactly what the Fairy was trying to say and there was no point in denying it. Himura Shizuri would be the one to go out, not Kuroe. At least there was a convenience store just around the corner.

"Fine."

She climbed out of the hammock and picked up the marker, returning it to her back pocket. It would take just a few minutes. Nothing at all to worry about.

With a bit of a grimace she slipped into her shoes and left the apartment.