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ᴵ'ᵐ ᶠʳᵉˢʰ ᵗᵒ ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ, ᴵ'ᵐ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᶻᵒⁿᵉ.
ᴵ ᶜʰᵉᶜᵏᵉᵈ ᵐʸ ʰᵉᵃᵈ, ᵇᵘᵗ ⁿᵒ ᵒⁿᵉ'ˢ ʰᵒᵐᵉ.
ᵀʰᵉ ᵐᵒᵒᵈ ⁱˢ ʳⁱᵍʰᵗ, ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵃʳᵗʸ ⁱˢ ᵒⁿ.
ᴸᵒᵒᵏˢ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵗᵒⁿⁱᵍʰᵗ, ᴵ'ˡˡ ᵇᵉ ᵈʳⁱⁿᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵃˡᵒⁿᵉ
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it was clear something was wrong when mika didn't answer her phone . she lived in a house with her family , but the lov still had their hideout and she visited often . since the hideout was a bar , it was easy for her to get to alcohol .
one of the league's members had stopped by , only to find her absolutely shitfaced , lying on the bar , hanging upside down from it . she was drunkly singing along to the jukebox , and could hardly even see anymore .
she was acting nothing like herself , she wasn't being shy and quiet and stuttering over every other word . the only time she stuttered was because of how damn drunk she was .
they called you to come get her , needing someone to get her under control .
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AcakA book of starters for Mika. Most of these will be extremely depressing and angsty. I'll throw in some crack or fluff here and there.