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[hr][b]Location:[/b] Zoie's House
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Mali set down her silverware and grabbed ahold of the half-full mason jar Zoie had handed her just minutes ago. She took a large sip and took a moment to savor the sensation of cold water cooling down her overheated body. Breathe in, breathe out. Her heartbeat slowed down and the agitated energy in her muscles calmed. She felt her eyes close, and when they opened anew, everything felt a bit less muddled. Mali sighed. Hopefully, she would be able to properly express herself.

[color=D5FF00]"If I really wanted to just continue trying to keep my head down and hope for the best, I wouldn't be here in the first place. The way I see it, nothing ever changes unless you go out to do it yourself, and just trying to avoid conflict is how you end up being a victim of circumstance. It seems like you're trying to do me a favor by withholding information, and I suppose I can appreciate that, but I'm going to get to the bottom of this one way or the other."[/color] Mali turned her gaze towards Relic.

[color=D5FF00]"And you, we're going to have to talk later."[/color] Abruptly, Mali stood up out from the table. [color=D5FF00]"Now if you'll excuse me, where's the bathroom?"[/color]