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	Evil Eye smiled a smile that did not reach her eyes as her partner, who felt gratitude for the gesture of exposing her nape, opted to kiss it. As for Evil Eye, the only thing she felt in that moment was the warmth of those lips, and perhaps the grim satisfaction of having a partner like Shatterscape, who was a team in her own right, so wrapped around her finger that she could feel safe inside the grasp of those giant and sharp claws of hers. One wrong move, one twitch of an unruly finger, and Evil Eye would be in several worlds' worth of hurt. That was, perhaps—or it should have been—the scariest part: that she was no longer entirely human, and something as painful as a broken neck might not kill her as quickly and decisively as one would hope. Yet, as Shatterscape's heavy machinery gripped her delicate and bare shoulders, she did not quake in fear. It was almost a comical scene, from a certain point of view: Shatterscape's exaggeratedly large hands holding the relatively much smaller Evil Eye, who smiled wide and unflinchingly like a doll.

	What did cause her to flinch, however, was Nonsuch, and her treatment of her Mogall. Snatching it out of the air like a softball, holding it out like a cell phone, and posing as if to take some cringe selfie with her equally cringey friend, Kaeru. Evil Eye involuntarily squinted as what she perceived in the moment as her own eye was grabbed, and flinched when it was eventually squished. No matter how many times she experienced it, painless as it was, some human reflexes were everlasting and couldn't be fought. [color=#990000]"I thought I was going to have [i]fun[/i] tonight. Why did it have to be [i]her?[/i] It's not [i]fair,"[/i][/color] she lamented in dramatic fashion, as though she were performing a tragic play for an audience of one. [color=#990000]"Nonsuch is such a cutie. She should join us instead of buddying up with that [i]weirdo,"[/i][/color] she sneered hypocritically. [color=#990000]"Punish her for me?"[/color] she suggested, a hand wandering from the handlebar of her bike and tracing the edge of one of Shatterscape's claws.

	Then, however, a magical arrow flew through the air towards the trio of Rei, Suki and Willow. Evil Eye's face darkened, her smile quickly turning to one of suppressed rage. [color=#990000]"Change of plans, Sister. This simply won't do at all."[/color] Shatterscape's body went limp in agreement. She was off to confront this new face in town—and so was she. Evil Eye covered her shoulders, wrapped the arms of her partner securely around herself, and revved up her bike. She drove straight through a crowd of the low-ranking miseria threatening to approach the Detention Club members from behind, cutting a path and scattering the survivors to either side of her. She parked behind Rei's lamp post of choice, catching the tail end of her conversation. [color=#990000]"Oh my. If you wanted me to take you out to dinner, you could just say so, y'know~?"[/color] Evil Eye replied to her unfair ruling with a pleasant smile. She briefly looked behind her at the roadkill she'd left in her wake. [color=#990000]"Oops! That, ah, doesn't count?"[/color] She tapped her chin with a finger innocently.