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[color=778899]“Huh?”[/color]

Before she knew it, Amaryllis found herself in the weirdest situation she’d been in in a while. Pressed against the wall, the blue-haired beauty could only widen her eyes at the person that pinned her there to begin with. This was…someone that looked almost exactly like her? Not in their proportions, of course, for Amaryllis was magnitudes greater there, but in every other aspect, from their general appearance to their clothing choice, it was eerily similar. Like looking at someone dressing up as you. Like a glitch in the matrix. It was repulsive but also fascinating.

Well, mostly it was embarrassing.

Shrinking away from the implied threat as well as how that ‘timid-looking’ girl’s actions drew the attentions of the crowd, if only briefly, Amaryllis’s brain sped to overdrive even as her Sword chastised her for letting her guard down, six points of pain burying themselves into her calves. Oh god, what if someone she knew saw her like this? She didn’t want to be branded as a [i]lesbian[/i] at school! Who was this girl anyways? And why was she ‘mint scum’? She wasn’t even wearing any minty clothes! Wait…the appetizers? A tentative sniff confirmed it. Oh no, she really did smell of mint!

[color=778899]“Er…”[/color] Amaryllis squeaked out, ignoring the MAXIMUM HOMICIDAL RAGE of her patron and her weapon, [color=778899]“H-hi? Do I…know you?”[/color]
[@BrokenPromise]