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[Good. Leading him in that direction, then. She's. . . she's been practicing at it, too.]
[She doesn't really try to help him walk. Sorry you fucked up.]
[She's immediately getting out the fighting game and loading it. She knows exactly which one it is.]
Are you prepared to lose, White?
Are you prepared to lose, White?
[The thing is, she really actually has been practicing doing better at video games.]
Yes, go ahead and brag all you want. That will make it more satisfying.
Yes, go ahead and brag all you want. That will make it more satisfying.
[He's so doomed. Anyway, she picks her buff fighter lady again, and gets ready to kick his drunk ass.]
[She's been practicing! She's wiping the floor with him. Partially because of the practice, partially because this is so unfair and he's drunk.]
Wrong. You're finished, White. Let this be a lesson of what happens when you cross me.
If you're feeling self-conscious about something, maybe it's a matter of your own bruised ego?
[Oops! Looks like she's leaving him on read. Actually, she's leaving him so on read that the read notification says she read this fifteen minutes before he sent it. That's probably fine, right?]
[She is. Though if she's in here she hasn't been in the medbay yet, so she's in no condition to get up. Fortunately, the door is open.]
[Good, he can! She's just sitting curled up on the floor, with her dumb sword.]
. . . What.
. . . What.
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