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[color=orange]"Perish the thought. We're not paying for it, after all."[/color] Roche replied to her still acerbic partner, finding the vulgarity lacked the heat of mania it had when the night began. Expecting Nyxia to drop it entirely was simply asking too much, but as Dark Magical Girls they had plenty of time to work on it as a club.

Steadily the Detention Club returned and Roche found herself smiling as Red climbed atop the lamp post, ever the creature of habit. Gossip and rancor preceded Suki and Tsubomi making their way down the sidewalk, their talk of ships as amusing as it was exasperating. The feeling of community washed over Roche and she exhaled, a flutter in her chest as things settled into place. 

Her brow twitched as she heard the latest perversion of her title and Roche leveled a glare at the perverse Magical Girl as reality reminded her it had ample annoyances to offer. 

[color=orange]"As nice an offer as that is, we wouldn't expect you to cook for all of us, let alone having enough time before sunrise. Hey Nyxia, how about we go to the barbecue place you mentioned to me earlier?"[/color]

With her hands stuffed into her wind breaker's pockets she texted her partner an address of a nearby place she recalled be of hearty fair. Of course she had everyone's numbers, being the code keeper required knowing the contact information of her fellow members in case they went missing on a patrol. While Miseria weren't a threat in small numbers, they operated in pairs for a reason. 

[color=orange]"Yeah, Suki, I'm ready to go. All the time, actually. Need your bed shaken up after the meal?"[/color] She fired back, putting an exaggerated sway in her step as she turned to began the walk to their hopeful dining destination. [color=orange]"Don't go looking to climb a mountain if you aren't prepared to be crushed beneath it."[/color]