𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉 / 𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒃 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒌

𝒇𝒊𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏

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𝘪 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘴𝘦 

𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘳, 

𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩. 

𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 

𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘪'𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥 

𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴.

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VIVIAN SWIPED HALF-HEARTEDLY WITH HER BLADE, at the same moment Alysane merely stepped aside. Vivian's heart had not been in the lung, Alysane knew that, and though there was an opening to strike her friend back, she did not take it.

"You are going to start talking soon, correct?" Vivian asked, huffing out a defeated breath and using her sword, instead, as a post to lean on. "Because, if you shall not inform me of where exactly you ran off to last night, I will have to come up with my own conclusions," Vivian smirked, "and neither of us want me to begin telling people what I think took place between you and the Ki-"

"That's enough." Alysane's voice sounded stern as it erupted out of her, as it was meant to, but there was a waver as she smiled back at her friend. Vivian was grinning, devilishly, regardless of Alysane's scolding. "Whatever your imagination has conjured, I am sure it is not what happened." She rolled her eyes, "We merely talked."