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Kyrie’s show had ended and  a few people stayed behind to meet with him, having bought VIP tickets. A girl and a boy about the same height and age approached him together, but they couldn’t look more different. The tanned girl’s hair was pulled into a tight, high, thick blonde ponytail; the pale boy’s locks were shaggy and blue, hanging over his eyebrows beneath the hood of a dark, sleeveless jacket, though the pants and undershirt covered the rest of his body. The girl’s attire was much more revealing: a button-up blouse barely buttoned with the bottom knotted over her abdomen to show off her belly. A short, armored skirt and knee-high stockings completed the ensemble. 

The two approached Kyrie side-by-side, both staring at him with intense yellow eyes. The girl was standing tall, arms folded under her bosom. The boy looked a lot less approachable, shoulders slouched and hands in his pockets, but he maintained eyecontact with the cat rapper.

“Hey,” the girl stated. “I’m Honey. This is Lazuli. He’s a huge fan. He wanted to say hi, so I bought us VIP tickets. We came all the way from Atlas. Thank you.” Her speech was dry and monotone and her head flickered over to her brother, waiting for him to speak.