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[color=DC143C][i]Kawaii? Kami-san? [b]Ima nante?[/b][/i][/color]

Dana read the texts over again, only vaguely aware of a warm breeze blowing against her face. That was odd - August it may have been, but it was still a cool Vermont night, and it had been temperate enough when she had left her dorm. Hell, it had even been a [i]little[/i] bit chilly when she left the arcade. Even if not exactly unseasonable, it was still uncharacteristic of the weather to change on a dime like this in Meadow View...

[color=DC143C][i]...Kami-san...[/i][/color]

Cheeks flushed from the breeze, lips scrunched together in a confused, mistrustful pout, Dana heard rather than felt the long, grumpy noise leave the back of her throat. It sounded like a begrudged kitten. 

[color=DC143C]"Nnnnrgh."[/color]

At least she knew that Cassi was for certain headed to Nectar's; she hadn't really wanted to go to the Red Room tonight, anyway. She would sit through some awkward talk about Mac, but knowing Cassian, he'd be just as likely to deflect and focus on the open mic. Perhaps if she was lucky she could even coax him into going on after Bastíen, which would be an [i]amazing[/i] chance at retribution for his slug-like ways. Even if he attempted to play the reverse card and send her up to the mic, her cult at home did not call Dana-chan the Queen of Keihanshin for nothing; she would show them all the meaning of karaoke if it came to that. Hopefully it wouldn't come to that, though. Hopefully she could just talk, and maybe sing, and definitely laugh at Cassi...and not have to worry about anything stupider than he was...

[color=DC143C][i]Kawaii...who the fuck does he think I am?[/i]

"[i]Nnnnnrrrrrrrrrrgh...[/i]"[/color]

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[b][color=#347baa] “Ah, they must let anyone into this place! Come to start another brawl Cassian?”[/color][/b] 

[color=DC143C]"Brawl?"[/color]

This is why socializing was important. A hikikomori would never have the chance to go outside and wander headfirst into the beginnings of a fucking [i]brawl.[/i] Only those who chose to grab the outside life by the horns were lucky enough to pick fights wherever they went. She, the bravest of all humans, would [i]always[/i] take the latter option. 

Dana strode confidently into Nectar's, hands leaving the [url=https://i.imgur.com/fVYDeha.jpg]treacherous looking pockets of her jacket[/url] to clap Cassian on his broad shoulders, mirroring his grip on Nolan. An impish grin unfurled across one side of the cheeky Japanese girl's mouth, yet even though the prospect clearly energized her she kept her words to a characteristic minimum.

[color=DC143C]"Cassichin, you're starting a brawl for me?"[/color]

[color=DC143C][i]Oi, oi, she must have really shot down his fucking ass.[/i][/color]

Her fingers squeezed his collar knowingly.