The corners of Thayva’s long lips pulled up at Serapis as she went to refill her cup, a tinge of hunger beginning to gnaw at her stomach as the tantalizing scent of the mutton filled the kitchen and floated into the rest of their top floor apartment.
	
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	Nick’s masseuse gave a content smile at her companion’s words.
	When asked to roll onto his back, Nick closed his eyes and placed his hands behind his head, breathing deeply. 
	When she dismissed them, Nick stretched and followed after his friends. He sighed at the reminder of having to clean the cafeteria. “At least there will be a lot of us,” he muttered. "It'll take less time."

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	Kia looked at Laura, contemplating whether or not she wanted to poke Laura to find out exactly how much like jelly they became. Deciding against it, she instead answered Laura’s question. “Better than twenty minutes ago.” She stretched, arching her back and stretching her arms in a feline form. “So, we have until the end of the massage sessions before we have to report to the cafeteria. Which means we have some time to kill. Any ideas?”

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	As they neared the end of the twenty-minute session, the mute halfling started casting glances to his adversary. The dwarf child seemed to have fallen asleep on the table.
	As soon as the halfling’s masseuse finished, he hopped from the table, gave the woman a quick nod in thanks, then hurried after the other boys heading to the exit. He disappeared between the legs of the elder boys and the faces of those around his height before the bleary-eyed dwarf could remember where he was, let alone that he had a revenge to enact.