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Regina had a point that it would be simpler not to even involve her directly with the club. Too easy was it to be caught out as feigning ignorance of magic if one of them transformed and acted wildly like Satan and her friend had. Better to just have a concerned friend ask on Misoka’s behalf and push for it herself. 

[color=orange]”Fine, we’ll play it-”[/color] 

Soft. Warm. Hot. Hot! 

Those were just a few of the deranged musings that sprang forth with the cohesion of the eight-ball’s answers rattling in her pocket as she was swung by her buried face amidst a land of sapphic wonder. Certainly she’d entertained some thoughts of such, and a part of her had hoped- [i]Earnestly. Desperately. Painfully.[/i]- That coming out would have led to such amidst the arms of someone trusted and close. 

[color=orange][i]Purple and teal skin.[/i][/color] Thinking of Nyxia in that context felt as shameful as the heat that bloomed from an ostensible enemy. Someone who was terrorizing the club for months and whose threats served as the blade to all their necks. 

Roche’s skin crawled even as she tried to swallow the rush that came from another’s touch, and she turned away from Regina’s amused look. [color=orange][i]I’m pathetic. Acting like some puppy just because someone [b]wanted[/b] to touch me.[/i][/color]

[color=orange]”You just took me by surprise, Regina.”[/color] The Rulekeeper poorly deflected, still adamantly keeping her gaze askew, feigning an interest in the wall beside Regina. [color=orange]”I’ll help with Misoka, so tell me why you are bothering with this sham of a one year revenge deadline? You planned that encounter. There’s no way it was random, so it accomplished something for you, something related to Misoka.”[/color]

A thought occurred to her, one drawn forth from the admittedly exceptionally terrible history of the club’s members. [color=orange]”Was all this about Misoka’s family? Are they hurting her and you burned down the flower shop to distract them?”[/color]

[color=orange]”And how are you monitoring all our texts and electronic communications? Does Sink Queen have some power over technology or do you have some hacker hikikomori somewhere?”[/color] Roche’s paranoia was finally finding an outfit, proving a welcome distraction from how much she enjoyed that hug.