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" Escape plan...?
Rig an entire warehouse with explosives beforehand, bait your tail to follow you into it โ "
" โ and have a car that's fast enough to outrun the explosions, of course. "
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hugging your robot girlfriend and hearing her internal fans spin faster
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" Just making sure you're in the best shape possible... "
Spoken just as softly as the one handed message on the Doll's neck and shoulder.
" ...never know when you might be needed. "
" You did.. all things considered. "
Niya's own right arm is tossed over the Doll's shoulders in return, a mocking serious expression on her face.
" Might need to get you to practice some more, though.
Can't let you get rusty, and you can do better than 'pretty good'โ "
" Mmh... Guess I'll have to try a little harder next time. "
Eyes squinting towards the bullet hole on the target, before raising a brow and nodding approvingly.
" Not too shabby... I'll give you a passing grade~ "
Trying to sneak up from behind...
Going to blow some air onto her neck to make her miss the shot she is taking.
Scholars, millenia from now, will still be wondering how it was that Luna managed to convince Niya to put on a dress that wasn't for a fancy party or a job that required it.
Still there she was, elegant, handsome, and with her arm locked with the cute idol's.
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