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Emerald Drifter
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You rub the back of your neck and shrug. “It’s cool. It’s not my blood. And I don’t know your name either.” You pause, and when you catch her looking at you expectantly you sigh and continue. “It’s Nanako.”
“Nanako! Nanako, that’s right! That’s a pretty name. Um, I’m Gretchen!” She gives a little wave. It looks stupid. You kind of want to laugh but you don’t. “Um, you guys have been taking care of me lately, since … things with my folks went so badly. It’s really nice of you.”
“You know Chidori and I aren’t, like, a unit, right?”
“Oh! Oh, I’m sorry - yeah, I just -” Where’s her mouth. Is her voice coming from her pupil. What’s going on. “I’m so used to seeing the two of you together all the time,” she finally explains, sheepish. “It’s kinda cool, you know? Gangsters in love … haha …”
“Yeah, well. She’s at home.” She’s still keeping her bloodied hand hovering away from her clean dress and it’s starting to annoy you. “Do you need us to do something for you?”
“Uh … no, well - since I saw you I just thought we could talk a little … nobody else in the Sukebun is, um, really much for conversation, but I’d like to get to know you guys …”
>A. “I’m not much for conversation either.”
>B. “I’m kind of in a hurry.”
>C. “I don’t wanna.”
>D. “Sure. Walk and talk.”
>E. “Sure. We can hang out for a bit.”
>F. Wipe her hand off on your skirt
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