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... nd shut the door. "I haven’t seen your room in a while; I’m surprised it’s not a mess. Then again, there are cleaners."
The redhead heard no retort as Fumeko sighed past her, walking to her bed. She pulled a dagger from her sock and placed it onto the nightstand.
"Are you okay?"
Fumeko groaned louder and sat on the side of the bed, glaring at the wall...
"I figured if you wanted to talk it wasn’t going to be a happy topic," her ears folded as she approached.
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