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Standard disclaimers apply…
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Duo smirked knowingly.
"She got you your own one right?"
He smiled as Trowa nodded.
"So what color did she inflict on you?"
Trowa turned, digging in his bag, hands searching for the offensive
object.
"Ah, fuchsia. Well, it's somewhat better than pink at least."
Trowa looked up comprehension dawning in his eyes.
"Hilde got you a pink one?"
"Yup. Hot pink."
"Ouch."
"So it could be worse, bud."
"I'm sleeping on the couch for the foreseeable future."
"Damn."
"Want to duel?"
"Hell yeah."
Midii smirked when the familiar noise reached her ears.
"Mission Accomplished," she whispered to her accomplice.
-the end-
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