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Mt. Justice Base: Lounge
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Zach entered the base. His eyes were a still red and puffy from the crying. [color=darkviolet]”maerc eci!”[/color] He said in a pained, quiet, raspy voice. Unfortunately, no Ice Cream was summoned. He still hadn’t fully recovered from the punch to the throat. [color=darkviolet]“Stupid bitch...”[/color] He muttered as he went to the kitchen. Since his voice wasn’t working too well, he had to make his own ice cream. Nothing felt better after a rough day than a bowl of ice cream.

Thankfully, the base had some ice cream. It was only vanilla, and they didn’t have fudge or whipped cream, but it would do in a pinch. After making himself a bowl, he walked to the lounge, and sat on a couch. He did notice the members of the other group were there, but Zach didn’t bother acknowledging them right now. He sat there eating his ice cream, and occasionally sobbing still.