[color=A9A9A9][h2]Western District[/h2][/color][indent]

But rather than any elucidation, Mana’s words only caused more confusion to surface, the taller girl letting her shake her off. Taking a couple steps back and clutching her bag to her chest again, she narrowed her eyes, brown eyes sweeping over Mana’s neckline, her cuffs. Then, they widened. Her cheeks burned, embarrassment and genuine remorse showing. The blame went both ways. Mana perhaps could have been more approachable, but she could have simply listened instead of merely hearing.

[b]“Oh,” [/b]was her first word, followed by, [b]“Oh, oh, oh! Gosh, I’m so sorry, I thought you thought I was like, geez, are you ok?”[/b] She winced, taking another step back until it was her back against the wall. [b]“Like, uh, you musta mistook me for someone else, cause I’m Kiwa Usui, not Hanami...and I don’t have a boyfriend either, so…”[/b]

Her voice trailed off afterwards.

Gee, this [i]was[/i] awkward, huh.

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[color=A9A9A9][h2]Southern District[/h2][/color][indent]

Hisui nodded, her eyes meeting Tsurushi’s. [b]“Children are crude at the best of times,”[/b] she said, [b]“Cruel at the worst. But in the end, they’re simply children. They say what they think, but rarely what they mean.”[/b]

She crossed her legs, reclining against her chair. [b]“They’ll warm up to you through time, not effort.”[/b]

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[b]“Yeah,”[/b] Yuudai responded brightly, not minding the stiffness of Miyane’s expressions, [b]“They really were classics! Still give InComplete a listen sometimes, and it’s always as rockin’ as always.”[/b]

Daehyun laughed drily from the side. [b]“Nori, chill. You’re hemorrhaging respect by the second here.”[/b]

[b]“Hey, I’m just happy to see that MiA’s alive n healthy, ya frigid bastard,”[/b] the monochrome drummer shot back, before slapping his pants for a pen. [b]“By the way, MiA, would it be too much trouble to ask you for, uh, an autograph?”

“Definitely losing it all now.”[/b]
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[b]“Marina!”[/b]

Pushing past people disgusted by his friend’s sudden vomiting, Yasuo skidded to a stop beside her, even as his own eyes darted back to the doors of Galaxy, switching between two different targets of focus. It was bad, it was real bad. Her puke had gotten onto her shoes and smelled like a bad fart, while the woman herself definitely looked shaken. Disrupted. She needed to remember what she was here for. Needed to remember that she didn’t have time to waste. Needed to [i]act[/i].

Yasuo placed a hand against her back, leaned in beside her, his other hand pushing her hair out of her face. And, against her ear, he whispered.

[b]“You’re losing time, Marina. You won’t be getting another chance as clear as this. Once he’s gone, he might never return here. It’s now or fucking never, and you know it. This, this that you’re feeling right now. Ignore it. Discard it.”[/b]

He clenched his teeth and bared it as a smile.

[i][b]“And take it all back.”[/b][/i]
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[b]“Hanh?”[/b]

MiWa turned, her brows lifting.

[b]“We don’t let people register to play here under pseudonyms, genius. There’s no Ishikawa in New Blue Glitch and even if there were, they wouldn’t show up with fuck all.”[/b] A short bark of a laugh, and she turned back to her lighting work. [b]“Where you from anyways? Really.”[/b]
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