[color=fff7b0][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/qMHpYAa.png[/img][/center][/color][center][b]Lv.[/b] 128
[color=f7976a][b]HP:[/b] 1210/1210[/color]  [color=fff79a][b]SP:[/b] 1830/1830[/color]  [color=6ecff6][b]MP:[/b] 30/30[/color]
[sup]STR – 1038  |  AGI – 237  |  END – 254  |  DEX – 117 |  LUC – 70[/sup]
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If there was a physical expression for the concept of seething, Mags would have been the image of a textbook of it. Yea, she knew that her nuclei was probably better in a straight fight than Ames, but it was so much cooler. Well, Mags threw that out of her mind pretty quickly, especially since Ames revealed that this place was actually a Sims money sink. 

[color=fff7b0]"I unno, it's nice."[/color] Mags replied to an embarrassed Ames. She definitely wasn't as brown-nosing as Raime, though. [color=fff7b0]"My virtual houses usually end up as surreal nightmares of hundreds of tables forming a maze to trap people."[/color] 

However, the proposition of freshly cooked bread--even if virtual-- was enough to shift Mags' mood to enjoyment. Damn, she liked bread. Black vinegar was a bit gross as the acidity reminded her more of vomit if anything. However, fresh bread and olive oil. That was a certified classic.

Almost immediately taking up the majority of the couch, Mags could finally get some R&R after so much poopsocking.