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Everything was happening so quickly, one thing led to another led to another and Sara, she of general laze and easy going natures, was having a difficult time keeping it together. There was a frantic, kinetic sort of energy and not all of it was simply Light being excited by an arachnae. To think her biggest concern, and secretly one of her bigger hopes, was being outed in front of the guests as something akin to a deviant. Considering the state of the room perhaps that would've been beneficial. If nothing else it would've meant that the center of attention was on her for long enough for every demi to pause in their antics. 

Yet here she was, picking up pieces of a kitschy shattered vase while trying to process around three different conversations. Haru, that was the zombie who caused the breakage, was offering to pick up what she had dropped. Shau, that was the human who was responsible for the two extra guests currently in Sara's home, was offering both to help prepare food and to pay for the vase. And Aela, that being the arachnae, had asked a question that Sara would be remiss not to answer. 

Given the unfamiliarity of everything, Sara would have very much liked to just scream out, though given the gentle nature of her voice she figured the only sound would be like that of a tiny, squeaking little mouse. So she did the next best thing of taking it all one at a time, a mystic technique she had used many times before in order to finish a page or portfolio before deadlines. 

[color=00FFFF]"Don't worry about it, Miss Haru."[/color] Surely her Goddess could understand the necessity of responding to the guests before attending to the request for a massage, and given the tone of sincerity in Haru's apology it was hard for Sara not to have a soft spot in return. [color=00FFFF]"I know you didn't mean it and I was just thinking that I needed some new furnishings for this place!"[/color] That was a bold faced lie, but she said it with a smile and a matching sincerity that lasted all the way to the waste bucket where she discarded the shattered ceramics. 

[color=00FFFF]"I can't ask you to help out like that, Miss Shau. You're a guest here and while I may not have much I'm sure I can make something for you and your guests. Oh, and please, don't worry about the vase. I may not look it but I do have some money tucked away."[/color] Clearly Sara missed her calling with how she bounced from topic to topic without losing her wits.[color=00FFFF]"My guests, Miss Aela? Well, Miss Light seems to have really opened up since your arrival so I'm happy to see that she's making friends. And of course there's also my Godd-."[/color]

And that was when Sara heard the change in voice and diction and turned towards the couch. Yoki had pretty much been splayed across it but now she was being rather...meek about it? Was she observing niceties? But how did that explain the change in voice? [color=00FFFF]"Yoki?"[/color] Sara blinked her confusion, freezing in place next to the couch. If this was something normal, she hadn't known or listened to any explanation. [color=00FFFF]"Are you...alright? You sound...different?"[/color] 

That was worrying, to say the least. [color=00FFFF]"Uhm...anyway...my guests have been just...wonderful, Miss Aela. Are you happy with Miss Shau? She seems rather nice."[/color] [/center]

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