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No active warnings apply. Tags: Slice of life, comedy, dialogue-heavy, hanging out, fudanshi Illuga (let him be) Chapters: 1/3 Current wordcount: 3,026

“...I see, I see. A most respectable effort, indeed.” He spoke with a cadence of a scholar; precisely, deliberately, entirely focused, and yet with an unmistakable excitement in his voice. “Could I trouble you for permission to read your work, Master Illuga?”

“...Why?” 

“Why not?”

Somehow, Illuga did not expect to be at the losing side of this question-for-question exchange. “Why not?”, he repeated in his head. The answer stayed elusive. 

“Well, you haven’t read the original series, I think… you’d recognize the characters’ names if you did,” he concluded. Yet, his colleague still expectedly watched him, clearly unsatisfied with said conclusion. “I feel like the story I’ve written would be out of context,” Illuga added, but to no avail. It was still a weak argument; the words kept stumbling over each other while he waved his hand in the air in a circular motion.

“That is alright. I can piece it all together.” Flins nodded along. “I do not intend to be a critic.”

No active warnings apply. Tags: Slice of life, dialogue heavy, light fluff Words: 2,135 Chapters: 1/1

"...adie, can you hear me? Hello?" He was forced to acknowledge Kafka facing him; when he came to, he only saw her shoes. Blade looked up, meeting her gaze for the first time on this mission. They stood on the last floor of the glass tower. Looking up, you could see the rainy skies through its glass ceiling, along with the pus-like droplets merging into puddles of acid and oozing down from its sides. This planet, not unlike other declining and disease-infested cosmic corpses, was destined to shrivel up and unravel into a puddle of vomited out stardust. Give it… twenty? No, fifteen years of hopeless decay, and you’re going to see this very place at the IPC real-estate auction. After Blade and Kafka are done with their mission, it would probably be closer to one or two years, though. "What?" He said, exhaling at the same time. "Good, I thought the mara got to you while I wasn’t looking." "I wouldn’t be this quiet if it was the case." "You wouldn’t. By the way, we made it. Could you open this door for me?" She was pointing towards the elevator-like opening in front of them, the only aspect of this room that wasn’t in a sad condition. "It’s mechanical. Wolfie was upset that she couldn’t get access to it remotely, hahaha." Kafka’s little chuckle reverberated through the clutter-filled room.  "Anything that has no program to break is always annoying for her." "Obviously. She said this "isn’t up to standard" and that it’s "overdue for maintenance". "She only cares for rules when they’re convenient to her." "Who doesn’t, Bladie?  "Hmph."...

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