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[attr="class","giada b"]

[attr="class","giada i"]she hums in thought. ah, so loss has not fully touched him yet. good... perhaps it won't.

"hopefully you all live a good, long life." the genuine smile accompanying the sentiment solidifies her place as a good person. and it's mostly correct, anyway. she just... happens to like shiny things and money. greed is a sin, sure, but it continues to turn this society into the future.

her fox yawns slightly beneath her touch as if growing tired. another farce, truthfully. they'll work to ensure the picture of contentment, of relaxation, of wholesome bonding. and if it eventually fails them, they'll fight.

for now, she dips her head into a nod and holds his gaze.

"perfect! we'll keep you company until then, okay?" the smile, just barely, grows sharper. "after all, spirits can grow restless around here. safety in numbers, right?"

Alexei Ivanov
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