Musashi, rival.
'Oof, bad luck there Musa!' 'Do not be so quick to assume my defeat. This is a battle to be strategized over, not some skirmish to run headlong into.' Despite her words, she could not stop the curl of her lips, not when faced with New Jersey's infectious energy.
It was New Jersey who had dragged her to the party, red solo cup in hand and challenged her to a game.
'Still got to face the battle after downing that one though! Or are you conceding already?' 'For that? I believe you would have to make me~' 'Oh, I will.'








