Ah, the Library! MePhone just got it finished! Everyone is hanging around and mingling before heading back to OJ's hotel.
Where's Silver Spoon?
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I awaken begrudgingly to a knock on my door. I yawn and stretch, checking the time. Eh, it's around 6pm. Not that long of a nap, er, I think. I never checked the time prior to falling asleep.
"Gh, coming." I mutter.
I start to slide to the edge of my bed. Wait. WHAT? My eye catches on my hands and legs, covered in a flame like pattern painted neon green on my skin. I look at my arm and see the bite wound being inflamed as well. I quickly go to the bathroom and lock the door; what if the object that knocked tries coming in? I'll look ridiculous! I start to scrub my arms viciously.
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It's not coming off.
I look in the mirror and realize that it's not paint. It appears to be something of a birthmark? Why would it be painted, Silver! GHR! Use your BRAIN! I slam my hands down onto the counter and groan. Of course! How shall I explain this? Oh, yes, of course, everyone! I am not being gutted out by my flame by the second! It absolutely is not manifesting in a painful way! UGH! The burning sensation seems very prominent where these fire-markings have appeared.
The voice calls out again; "Silver? Are you okay in there?"
Gah! Shoot! How do I cover this? Gloves? Yes, my gloves! And my boots. Bah, no! They're in my bedroom! What if they barge in while I'm slipping my gloves on? No, no. I can't do that.
"Yes! Yes I'm okay." I call out through gritted teeth.
I hear the door click open and the object entering. Shoot! Gah! Think, think, THINK YOU SPOON! Robe. My robe! My bath robe! Posh, fancy, and long! That'll cover me. I quickly pick it off the wall and snuggle into it. I tie it as fast as my hands can go with the burning that persists.
"Ahem, yes! Here I am." I strain, walking through the bathroom door back into my bedroom.
"Silver Spoon. Where have you been?"
I tense as I could just collapse from embarrassment already. Candle. Why'd it HAVE to be her? My goodness, give me a break!
"Eh, what do you mean, my.. Candle!" I bite my tongue from saying my dear once again.
Candle scoffs and walks right up to me. Bhew, why am I so intimidated when she's a lot shorter than me? I shudder.
"Silver." She spits.
"Candle?" I reply, a waver in my voice.
She pauses and looks me up and down. She absolutely knows I was not just in the shower. The robe was not a good idea! Prosperous even! I-
