TW: None. 

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❝ MEOW. (AUTHOR HAS RUN OUT OF IDEAS) ❞

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𒅒𒈔𒅒𒇫𒄆

[Name]'s visit to Angel's Share was strangely liberating. As for her... unusual encounter with Venti the Bard—whom she'd found pathetically wasted to the bone in a pile of his cloak and lyre strayed askew—she couldn't say much. The interaction that had followed was unpleasant, to say the least. The girl had also (she believed) made friends with the owner of the tavern himself—Diluc. She had queried what a "wine tycoon" was when Paimon had described him as such.

"It's likeee... Hm, well, he's like the king of wine, if there was one, which is pretty big. He has a whole big house and is supeerr rich! Plus, he's always busy and also a little hard to talk to... Paimon's surprised you two talked at all!"

"I see. I suppose that also makes me lucky, then? Also, I saw... met Venti. He—"

"Oh, yes. Paimon saw him, alright! Not sure about Aether—he was zapping from one place to another—but Paimon saw that tone-deaf bard! Drunk. Passed out. Again. Paimon swears that guy doesn't even eat! If you dangle him by the ankle and juice him, you could probably fill up enough wine barrels to last a season—"

[Name] had burst out laughing. 

It was the first time she'd done so since she'd woken up. Maybe it was the grape juice, or perhaps the flicker of pride returning to her chest at having another successful interaction in an unfamiliar place.

She did wonder whether Venti would mind that they laughed at his expense—but Aether had reassured her that he wouldn't, giving her a private sort of smile. If he wasn't aware. 

A few days had passed since then.

[Name] had taken it upon herself to let every other soul know of her existence—and possibly befriend them—in the simplest way she knew: a wave. Yes, an odd approach to friendship, Aether had reminded her more than once. But she was unruffled.

It works every time, why not now?

In this way, she had managed to get on speaking terms with a guy called Timaeus—who was always in the same place—and Sara from Good Hunter.

"Hello," [Name] chirped. 

"Good morning, [Name]," Sara greeted, an affable smile on her lips. "What's this? You, away from Aether and Paimon? Did they leave you by yourself again?" 

A wave of guilt washed over the girl at that. 

"Ah... well, not really. But yes, I'm alone. Can I please have a—"

As they began chatting, [Name]'s mind drifted—back to him. To Aether's grim, dejected expression from the day before.

Ever since the visit to Angel's Share, he had made it a point to plead with her daily, asking her to accompany him on his commissions. Please, I don't want you to be all alone. I'll feel at ease.

"I'll be a burden. I'd probably make everything harder for you."

You won't, I promise, he'd said. I can handle it.

"It might be dangerous right now. I'll come later for sure..."

I'll protect you. 

It was getting hard to brush off his concerns. Harder still to just say, "Hey, I kinda don't wanna go right now," especially when he'd been nothing but kind to her.

"Aether, I know you care. But I'd like to... to stay in Mondstadt city for the time being, maybe look around a bit more. Talk to others." 

He'd said nothing at that. His hands, which had been animated as he tried to reason with her, fell to his sides. His fists clenched. She hadn't noticed.

"You... Yes, I care. That's why I keep insisting you come with me. You're still new around here, [Name]. You should... You don't know... People here—" 

He'd scrambled for words, but they died in his throat at the stare [Name] fixed him with. 

His lips parted. Panic began rising in his chest.

"W-what I mean to say is... please. I'll show you around new places. You'll love them..."

She liked Aether. She really did. But she found this hard to handle. The way he persistently pressed about the same thing every morning—and again after he and Paimon returned.

"I said no," she'd clicked her tongue—sharper than she'd intended. She turned her head to the side with a deep frown, brows furrowed, arms crossed. [Name] had... never done this before. She hoped she looked angry enough for him to finally drop the issue.

His expression fell. 

Is she mad...?

At me...?

Oh no... please...

Please...

"[Name]... please don't be mad..." he'd whispered, lips pursed, his throat tightening. 

It took everything in her not to crumble at the sheer contriteness in his voice. Her heart twisted, heavy with guilt.

I feel bad. Should I say sorry? 

Should I just... agree to go? 

It wouldn't be a big deal, right? He'd be happy...

But another part of her—the stubborn one—felt otherwise. She wanted to stay. To explore the city of Mondstadt and talk to new people. On her own. 

[Name] thought he wouldn't move. Just stood there, drowning in silence. But she eased slightly when his back turned and he quietly closed the door behind him, throwing one last withering look her way, his shoulders slumped in defeat.

She had tried to erase the image from her mind, collapsing into her mattress and pulling the covers far above her head, as if the blankets might somehow shut out the tension left behind.

And Aether?

He had stood with his back pressed to the door, heart stuttering unevenly. A hot, acidic knot churned in his stomach.

Shame? Perhaps.

Anger. At himself.

He bit his lip harshly.

No...

Fear.

The interaction left a bitter taste in her mouth. Even more so, because Aether came to check up on her this morning too—only to find her sleeping in—or at least pretending to do so. Her eyes were clenched shut. 

"[Name]..." 

He murmured, touch ghosting over her cheek. She tensed, fingers bunching the sheets in her grasp.

The blond exhaled a sigh before retracting his hand. 

"Alright. I'll... see you later, then. Take care..." 

After she was sure he had left, she carefully peeled the covers off, gazing out the window at his and Paimon's floating figure blending and disappearing among the scattered citizens of the market square. 

Something in her knew that he had realised. That she was pretending. But he hadn't said anything. Perhaps he'd hoped a little that she might call out to him. She hadn't. And the guilt of it ate her from the inside.

I'm sorry, Aether...

It's probably better this way.

𒅒𒈔𒅒𒇫𒄆

Margaret wasn't worried when she noticed Prince had slipped out the back door again. He did that. Daily. Hourly. Every time she blinked. She was used to it. As the owner of Cat's Tail, and also the... handler of many-a-cats, she had to be.

She followed the familiar flick of his tail past the tavern's hedge, muttering to herself about making him a little "Wanted" poster just to spite him. He always came back—but always with a new problem.

And today, the problem... was a girl.

She lay curled up in the grass just outside the tavern, half in the shade, half sun-kissed. Her clothes were rumpled, snoring softly, her hair vaguely windblown like she'd been in a low-stakes tornado. Asleep. Not passed out—asleep. Arms tucked under her head like a pillow. 

...Is she drunk?

Margaret stared. Then looked at Prince, who sat beside her like a guard.

"...You're kidding."

The cat meowed, clearly not.

Margaret squinted. "Did you... Bring her here?"

He licked a paw with the air of a proud parent.

"She's not a bird, Prince. You can't just drag home stray girls like they're trophies."

Still, the girl looked peaceful. Oddly cat-like, in the way her shoulder rose and fell with a sigh, her body naturally curled in like a loaf of bread. Margaret crouched down, brushing a leaf off the girl's shoulder.

[Name] stirred, confused, blinking up at the tavern owner. "...Huh?"

"Welcome to the Cat's Tail," Margaret said dryly. "Your escort was very persuasive."

[Name] wasn't sure how she ended up outside the tavern. All she remembered was following a small, black furry creature with golden eyes that seemed to stare right into her soul. 

The wind was so gentle, the grass soft, almost as if tempting her to take a nap. So she did.

Err... Am I like Venti now?

That was days ago. Now, after conversing with Sara over breakfast, [Name] sat inside Cat's Tail, a glass of fruity punch in front of her, legs swinging off the barstool like a child at ease.

Next to her, Diona, the young and most likely underage bartender of the Cat's Tail, was on a break—and mid-rant. ([Name] liked the cap on the little girl's pink hair in particular)

"You're not one of those booze-hounds, are you?" the small bartender snapped, arms crossed, tail flicking with aggression. 

[Name] tilted her head. "...I don't think so?" 

I wanna touch her ears...

"Hmph. Good." Diona pointed her straw at her like a sword. "Drunkards have no shame. Just yesterday, one of them tried to pet me. PET ME! Do I look like a housecat to you?"

Welp.

Just then, a man approached with a casual, "Hey Diona! The usual, if you don't mind—"

"I do mind," she snapped instantly. "And no, I am not giving you another mug of brain-rot just so you can stumble out and vomit behind the church again!"

The man laughed nervously and retreated with his hands raised in surrender.

[Name] stared after him in silence. Then turned to Diona.

"...You're interesting," she said, eyes tracing Diona's feline features with very glowing fascination. "And soft. But also, scary."

Diona scowled, her tail jerking. "And you're weird." But she looked secretly pleased.

She talks a bit coarsely, but strangely, I don't mind. It's... cute. 

Like Paimon.

The girl smiled at the thought. 

Margaret walked by, smiling at the two girls. "Having fun, ladies?"

[Name] nodded. "She scared someone away. It was impressive." 

"...Hmph. Light work."

Just then, a soft weight pressed against [Name]'s leg.

She glanced down.

A delicate grey cat with pale blue eyes had cosied up beside her stool, rubbing her cheek fondly against the girl's ankle. Its tail curled lovingly around [Name]'s shin, eyes blinking up at her with unmistakable affection. Her purring was loud, proud, and demanding.

"Oh," [Name] whispered, staring down at the little creature.

Margaret chuckled. "That's Butterfly. She likes you."

[Name] looked slightly frozen. "Why?"

"Cats are like that. They pick people. Unpredictable. A little arrogant. But when they like you, that's it. You're theirs now."

Butterfly stood up on her hind legs, reaching with a paw to bump [Name]'s knee. 

A warmth unfurled quietly in her chest. Cautiously, she reached down and brushed her fingers along her fur. 

A purr louder than Diona's complaints filled the air.

She smiled—small, tentative, a little dazed. "...She's soft."

"She is," Margaret said fondly. "Most cats here are. Give it time, and you'll be covered in them."

[Name] blinked. "Is this... a cult?"

"Only if you try to leave," Diona said, deadpan.

Margaret laughed.

Butterfly leapt into [Name]'s lap without warning, curling up like she'd always belonged there.

The girl's brows raised in pleasant surprise before she smiled. For some reason, she didn't mind one bit.

You're so small. I think I could wrap you up in my scarf. 

Would you like that, I wonder?

Butterfly had begun to doze off in her lap. 

Just then, the door to the tavern creaked open. A soft shuffle of footsteps.

[Name] glanced up, catching sight of familiar mint green hair and big, curious eyes peeking in. Sucrose stepped inside, fidgeting with the straps of her bag as she scanned the room like a nervous radar. Then, flustered, she scampered toward a young man with goggles and a permanent look of stress sitting near the back. 

Ahh... Timaeus? I didn't spot him earlier... 

"Oh. Her," [Name] hummed, lips parting in recognition.

That's the girl who blew me away. Sucrum? 

Sucrols..? Sucrose.

Yes! 

"Sucrose!"

Sucrose startled a little, whipping her head frantically, before her gaze landed on [Name], who gave a wobbly, friendly little wave. 

The mint-haired girl looked around uncertainly, flushing slightly, and returned it. Her ears flicked.

[Name] lit up. She slid off her stool, gathering Butterfly in her arms, and padded over to the nervous-looking girl.

"Hi," she greeted. "I know you. You're the one who hit me with the wind. Paimon told me about you." 

She didn't mean for it to sound accusing, and in her mind, it didn't. But Sucrose deflated a little, rubbing her head apologetically. "I-I'm sorry! Uh... that wasn't exactly how I wanted to be remembered, but... Um. Anyways, I remember you too! You're [Name]."

"Don't worry. You look very good in my memory. Also, yes. I am. How do you know?" 

Sucrose blinked, lips pursing. "T-that's...! Um. Oh—Paimon said your name. Back then. When you were both, um... spinning. In the air. I'm sorry about that."

"It's fine. That makes sense," [Name] nodded thoughtfully. "Paimon says a lot of things."

"You, um, came with the Traveller, right? Are you their new companion? Or assistant? Or—uh—research subject?"

[Name] tilted her head. "Am I supposed to be one of those?"

"No! I mean—maybe? You don't have to be! I was just curious—" Sucrose stopped herself, burying her face in her hands as if hoping she might become invisible.

"I don't know," [Name] admitted, not unkindly. "I think I'm... something. I like Paimon. And Aether doesn't mind me. That's enough, right?"

"Oh." Sucrose's ears twitched. She offered a tiny smile. "Yes. That's... actually very nice."

Beside them, Timaeus groaned in agony, slumping dramatically over the table. Cards scattered.

"I—Why do I keep drawing Hydro Slime when I need Cryo—?!"

[Name]'s brows furrowed. "Is that... alchemy?" 

"Oh, no. That's TCG." 

"Is it contagious?"

Sucrose giggled. "Only emotionally."

[Name smiled slowly, pleased that she'd made the girl laugh. Butterfly shifted in her arms, little paws kneading her shirt sleepily.

"I should put her down somewhere quiet," [Name] murmured. 

Sucrose nodded quickly. "There's a sunlit room down the hall—I think the tavern staff leave it open for cats."

"People here are very kind," [Name] said simply.

She disappeared into the back.

Sucrose suddenly gasped, as if remembering something important. "Oh, right! Timaeus! Mr. Albedo said he'd be—" 

As if on cue, the tavern door opened again. 

"Chief Alchemist!" Timaeus scrambled upright so fast his stool nearly tipped, knocking over a few cards. 

Albedo stepped inside, gaze sweeping the tavern with a calm precision. "Timaeus. Sucrose. I was informed of a new batch of elemental cross-reaction samples." 

Timaeus stammered. "Y-yes! I have them, I—Um—Well—I was just—I mean—"

"How exactly does TCG relate or contribute to the study of alchemy?"

"Um—visual learning?" Timaeus gestured helplessly at the table of cards.

Albedo looked unconvinced. Sucrose mouthed something behind him. Timaeus cleared his throat. 

"I-I was, um—I mean, we were... uh, team synergy studies?" He tried weakly.

He raised a brow, humming. "I see."

He turned to Sucrose. "What delayed you?"

Sucrose perked up. "Oh. Um, I ran into someone. The traveller's companion. She's here—" 

She gestured towards the back room.

"Companion?" Albedo echoed, glancing over. "The little one, Paimon?" 

"Oh, well, no—The... the one from the dandelion incident. She's just in the—"

Her words trailed off.

Because at that moment, [Name] emerged quietly from the hallway, brushing her fingers off like she'd just finished something important. A few visible cat hairs littered her clothes.

"There she is!" Sucrose chirped.

[Name]'s eyes lifted. 

A new face. 

He was pale, almost unnaturally so, with fair skin that made the cool gold of his hair seem even lighter, the strands tied back loosely while a few wisps framed his face. His eyes were like crystalline frost—clear, unreadable, yet strangely distant, like carved glass catching light. There was something refined in his posture, straight-backed and elegant, with a scholarly air that clung to him as naturally as his dark, high-collared coat with its intricate patterns and alchemical symbols. Cat's Tail was a casual place, yet he looked composed and out of place. Almost like he'd wandered from one of those paintings she'd seen at the Favonian building.

Their eyes met. 

Albedo's breath caught—barely.

That presence... 

But before either could speak—

"[Name]!"

Diona's voice cut across the room. "The cat spilled your drink again! And Margaret's calling for you!"

The girl exhaled before shooting Sucrose and Timaeus a parting smile. "See you later."

Her attention shifted to Albedo, who was still observing her. She tilted her head, raising her hand in a reserved, acknowledging wave. "Hello."

Albedo froze, not having expected the greeting. 

She had already left, but his gaze followed.

He wasn't easily caught off guard, but something about her presence tugged at him. Something familiar, yet... not. 

His eyes narrowed slightly. Not in suspicion—rather, in fascination. He could name this weightless tug, the faint dissonance in the air. It was the same intriguing tug he'd felt back in Dragonspine, with the traveller. He frowned in thought.

The aura of the stars... yet not quite so. 

You're not from here, are you?

"Curious," he murmured. 

Sucrose and Timaeus looked up. "Huh?"

"...Nothing."

His lips curved.

𒅒𒈔𒅒𒇫𒄆

"Prince... Princeeee..." [Name] called out, more to herself. 

She had been given a task. It was to retrieve Prince after he'd run off from Margaret's grasp. Again. She just had to look for black fur, golden eyes, and a majestic aura, and that was most likely him. [Name] didn't mind. It was her first official errand, and Margaret even promised a little compensation. She was determined to see it through diligently.

She'd wandered far.

Farther than she meant to, anyway.

The cobblestone streets had grown quieter, and the bustle of the Cat's Tail was well behind her. The few shops she could identify were gone, replaced by unfamiliar buildings. The further she walked, the quieter the city seemed. 

"He couldn't have gone this far... could he?"

It was then—just as the thought crossed her mind that maybe, just maybe, she'd gotten lost—that a sudden shiver crept down her spine.

A hand landed softly on her shoulder.

Her breath caught—

Zap.

She jolted violently, a startled squeak escaping her as she spun around on reflex—

Only to be met with a lilting laugh, soft and amused.

Standing behind her was Lisa, head tilted and a hand delicately raised to her lips, trying—failing—to smother her giggles. She looked delighted with herself.

"Oh, my...!" she gasped between breaths, wiping an imaginary tear from the corner of her eye. "I shouldn't laugh, but—" Her laughter only deepened for a second before she composed herself again, eyes twinkling as they met [Name]'s thoroughly ruffled expression.

[Name] stared at her, wide-eyed and very much... undignified.

"Sorry, cutie. Forgive this librarian, won't you?" Lisa hummed, stepping a little closer and patting [Name]'s cheek gently. "You looked so lost... like a drenched kitten. Without the drenched part, of course. Still adorable."

"...You zapped me." [Name] muttered, caught somewhere between flustered and mildly offended.

"Mmhmm." Lisa smiled sweetly. "A tiny one. Just a tickle. I couldn't resist. You mustn't blame a librarian for having a little fun, hm? You're not too mad... are you?"

"...I mean," [Name] huffed, brushing herself off. "...Yeah. Okay. But maybe don't do it again."

Lisa chuckled, utterly unrepentant. "Tragic. I'll behave... for now."

"Why are you here?"

"Ah, official librarian business." Lisa sighed dramatically, clasping her hands together. "Certain... forgetful patrons failed to return their books on time. Making me work overtime."

[Name] peered over Lisa's shoulder—and froze.

"...Why is there a man lying in the middle of the road?"

Lisa didn't turn around. "What man?"

"That one."

"Ah," Lisa blinked, then glanced behind her as if noticing for the first time. "Maybe he's drunk. It is Mondstadt, after all."

The man twitched faintly. [Name] frowned a little but let it go.

Lisa clasped her hands behind her back, eyes bright. "But what about you, cutie? What has you wandering around all alone?"

"I'm looking for Prince." [Name] announced.

Lisa gasped. "Whose prince? Don't tell me someone already has your heart?"

"He's a cat, Lisa."

Lisa paused.

"Black fur. Gold eyes. Kind of a majestic aura," [Name] added, as if it would help. "He belongs to Margaret from the Cat's Tail."

Lisa hummed. "Oh dear... surely you don't mean that little sweetie over there?"

[Name] turned. There, perched like a smug monarch on the railing of someone's second-story balcony... was Prince.

"Oh," she said blankly.

She raised her hand slightly. "Prince?"

The cat blinked slowly. Did not move. 

She tried raising her voice next, thinking it hadn't heard her. "Hey, Prince! Come here!" 

Prince licked his paw and turned away. 

[Name]'s brows furrowed. "...Huh?"

Lisa's voice drifted in, amused. "Allow me."

She clicked her tongue softly. "Here, kitty kitty... come here. Yes, that's right... Such a sweet little thing. Good boy!"

To [Name]'s utter betrayal, Prince came. He stood, stretched, and leapt gracefully down. Right into Lisa's waiting arms.

[Name ]'s mouth hung open in disbelief. "...What did you do?"

Lisa smiled. "Magic."

"...Can you teach me?"

Lisa winked. "It's a secret~ But I might tell you... If you ask nicely."

"I'll ask grumpily." [Name] narrowed her eyes, crossing her arms as she looked longingly at the black cat in the librarian's arms.

"Even better," Lisa followed her gaze and chuckled. "Although, you'll have to wait till this week, hm? We are meeting, after all."

[Name] blinked. "We are?"

"Oh dear. The knight didn't reach out to you? Jean's orders. You'll be having weekly assessments with me. We'll talk loads and try different things. She was very earnest about it, too. As am I."

She stepped close again, her voice softer. "Hm... How peculiar it is, the way you affect people. Isn't that right?"

[Name] stared at her, not exactly sure how to respond to that. "...Okay. Right."

Lisa laughed softly.

It wasn't a meaningful answer. It didn't have to be. But it was charming in its own way, Lisa thought—so guileless, so unassuming. Like her.

They returned Prince to the Cat's Tail. Margaret was relieved, lavishing praise on both of them and shoving a small bag of mora into [Name]'s hand.

Lisa offered to walk her to the inn she was staying at, and before she could say no, they were already walking. The night sky had set in, a soft orange on the edges of deep navy, stars pricking through the velvet dusk. The wind was cool, rustling through the windmills and leaves like a lullaby.

Neither of them spoke for a while.

[Name] stared at the pouch tucked to her side. It was her first... earning, if it was appropriate to say. She wondered if she could buy Aether and Paimon something in return. What would they like? 

Paimon would most certainly want food... 

Maybe I could get her the apple candies she was looking at a few days ago?

...What about Aether? 

Was there anything he wanted, that only she could get him? Something special? [Name] wasn't sure. From what she knew, the blond wasn't on any particular shortage of supply... he could most likely fulfil his needs.

Finally, Lisa broke the silence, her voice low. "You look like you're in deep thought. What's going on in that little head of yours, I wonder?"

[Name] pursed her lips, trying to find the right words. 

"Well... sometimes nothing. Sometimes a lot. I think... uh, I think about people who've helped me. Like Aether, Paimon, Jean. Even you, Lisa. And I don't want to feel like I'm just someone to be taken care of, y'know?" She paused, her voice growing quieter. "I also... I want to be useful and someone reliable, so my friends can turn to me... and I can also treat them to delicious meals. Not just some girl without memories... and all." 

Lisa didn't answer right away. The wind swept past them again, ruffling [Name]'s hair gently, tugging at the hem of her shirt. Lantern lights from the nearby street cast long golden shadows on the cobblestones.

She watched the girl beside her, eyes lingering.

So full of doubt. So sincere. So warm.

Lisa had met many people in her life—brilliant, brave, hard-working, even kind—but none who looked at the world quite like this. None who could say something so simple and break her heart a little.

She smiled softly.

"Oh, cutie," Lisa began, her voice almost a whisper. "You're not just someone to be taken care of. You... give. Just by being you."

[Name] blinked, looking over.

Lisa's gaze didn't waver.

"You think you need to do something to be worthy, but... have you noticed how everyone already gravitates toward you?" She went on, eyes glowing like the stars just blooming overhead. "Aether, Paimon, even little Prince. You have a gravity to you, something warm, something that feels like—" she caught herself just in time, "—home."

There was a silence.

"...And that's not something you can buy with Mora or prove by completing errands. That's just... you. And I believe that Aether and Paimon think so too."

[Name] didn't know what to say. Her fingers tightened just a little around the pouch at her side, warmth spreading in her chest.

I think I know what I'll get now.

Lisa smiled and turned her head away, but only slightly.

She didn't say it aloud, but her heart was trembling in her chest. Like a book left open in the wind. Like something she hadn't expected to feel again.

Her lips curled, eyes half-lidded.

Ah... what a dangerous little thing you are, cutie... without even realising it.

Lisa breathed and gave her a teasing nudge with her shoulder. "But... if you still want to treat me to a meal," she added, lips curving into a lazy grin, "I won't say no. I'd even let you pay for dessert."

[Name] let out a small, unexpected laugh, surprised. "Only if you promise not to zap anyone who cuts in line."

"No promises," Lisa said sweetly.

When they reached the steps of the Goth Grand Hotel, [Name] turned towards the librarian, hesitating.

"Well, I... This is it." She muttered, awkward all of a sudden.

How cute.

[Name] added, more eager. "I mean... Thank you, Lisa. For everything... I—I enjoyed today... a lot. But I think you made it more fun. Really. So, thank you."

A beat. 

Lisa leaned in, tucking a strand of [Name]'s hair behind her ear. She took a step back, letting her gloved fingers brush tenderly against the girl's cheeks, before lifting her hand to her lips and blowing a gentle kiss, voice honeyed.

"Goodnight, cutie."

[Name] blinked rapidly, caught off guard. Her brows lifted in pleasant surprise, and a soft pink crept into her cheeks. But she didn't look away. She raised her hand in a slow wave, suppressing a smile.

"...Night."

She went back inside, the door shutting softly behind her. Lisa stood, a rare, different kind of smile stretching on her lips. She adjusted her hat a little, humming under her breath as she made her way back to her quarters. 

Lisa had believed the day would end on a sour note, but she was sure now that a pleasant night's sleep awaited her.

𒅒𒈔𒅒𒇫𒄆

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a/n:

YALL. WE'RE OVER 1K. WTF. THANK YOU SO MUCH LIKE WTF?? YALL ARE ACTUALLY READING THIS SHIT😭 NAHHH BUT I APPRECIATE IT SM HERE'S AN UPDATE EAT MY KIDS (eat, my kids. punctuation.)

IM SO ADJAWBJDAB RN. 

ALSO, SORRY FOR THE LATE UPDATE BUT I JUST LOST MOTIVATION MID-CHAPTER AND HAD TO CHASE AFTER IT. 

New yandere love interest introduced! How many do you think we've bagged yet? :DD

GOD could you tell how gay I am for Lisa?? Like I was in the middle of writing that scene when I realized how fucking romantic that was and how I'd fold if someone, most of all, LISA, said that to me. Then I remember this is a yandere fic😍

TAKE CARE. DRINK WATER. HUG YOUR PARENTS.

SEE YOU IN THE NEXT ONE

BYE.

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