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[ somewhere in the dressing room, a door slams open, hitting the wall behind it hard enough to punch a hole through the surface. through it runs a young, blonde man dressed in... just slightly frilly clothes.

just slightly. more like he beat the hell out of a random ginji and stole his clothing. except it's 100x better.

this young man's face twists a moment in confusion, the tiniest hint of a blush of embarrassment on his cheeks as comes to a quick halt... and he realizes he wasn't ~~in kansas~~ home anymore. ]

...This is certainly the last thing I expected to see.

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You know I wouldn't make you do that. [ reaches out a hand to gently scratch her behind an ear. ]

A-Are you sure? [Purrs softly.]

I never really saw a problem with it. [ continues the scratching. ]

You won't get in trouble? [Puurrrr.]

There's no one here to get me in trouble.

Yeah, I guess you're right. [She smiles up at him.]

Then I'll stay by your side at night too.

[ smooths down her hair, returning the smile. ] Thank you, Luka.

You're welcome.

It's rather strange, being on my own. Well, mostly on my own. As alone as I could wish to be, what with Mary somehow being able to find me every place I ever go.

Are you scared, Gailardia?

[ well, he sounds rather sheepish to admit this. ] ...Only slightly.

[She reaches up and pats his cheek lightly.]

It'll be okay. We'll be alright.

I-I know. This is a new concept... I will soon grow used to it.

Yup! You're brave, Gailardia, and you'll manage.

Well, at least someone seems to think I'm brave.

I just believe in you.

I think you need to have more talks with Mary.

Why?

...It's nothing.

This room really is something.

That's not fair, Gailardia.

I apologize, Luka. I was only complaining needlessly.

... okay...

[ scratches behind an ear again to make her feel better. or try, at least. ]

[She shuts her eyes and lowers her head, her purr returning as she rests quietly beside him.]

What a place to find ourselves in... I still can't see how it's not a dream.