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The evening ended. In the end, Sango didn’t return before Momoka had to leave, but Haru didn’t think too much of it. He waited outside the lady’s restroom for her, fiddling with his phone to whittle away the time, only to see her arrive from down the hallway instead. A different restroom then...

Haru could see that she was nervous, that much was certain. But then again, who wouldn't be nervous, talking with an illustrious stranger? Yup. That was certainly him misreading the entire situation. "Totally get you there~ The whole manager thing is so bullshit!" Momoka giggled, swaying up...

What was there to say? Nothing. What was there to see? Everything. ... He was still abuzz long after the main event of the day was over. Strands of hair stuck to his skin from a sweat that was brought for by exhilaration rather than exertion, and Haru greedily gulped out the second bottle...

Noise, vibrant, electric, energizing noise, silenced the storm within his mind and gave him the opportunity to simply enjoy the present. Familiar hits thrummed through the crowded space, the ever-eclectic crowd of youths the true draw of Club Nowhere. It was a mosh pit of sensibilities and...

There was no response. Haru's eyes were closed, his breathing soft and gentle, in the throes of a light sleep. The bus had lulled him into slumber, a slumber that was not without warrant considering the efforts of the night before, and the chasm of silence, whether peaceful or stressful...

Haru stepped in a beat later. Ladies first and all that. The fare was paid without much consideration on his own part. It was just a bus fare, after all. Even if he still felt like he got gouged when getting those tickets, his financial situation wasn't all that dire. And anyhow. He wasn't so...

He pulled his phone out in response. "Waited thirteen minutes." Whether that was long in Sango's point of view, he didn't know, but the tone he said it in indicated that he didn't mind waiting that long. They weren't going to miss the bus, at least. And as for the other question... Don't be...

You know, people always say communication is key, right? But the way I see it, it's not that simple. Words don't mean anything. It's just air, in the end. It's like a song, a dance of words and silence, of truth and lies. That's why there's stuff like lip service. Flattery. White lies...

It was Lento's turn to redden now, and he hid his embarrassment as best as he could by restarting the steam hammer. With a pneumatic hiss and a creaking of the cogs, the machine thrummed to life once more. Soon, rhythmic hammering sounded once more, and that familiar jolting impact began...

Elsynia...wait, that Elsynia? "The Spell Scripter? Breaker of the Hot Gates?" Lento blinked a couple of times, eyes widening. "The Hero of the Three Hills!" He stumbled back a step, still woozy, but his grip on his hammer stayed strong, and he righted himself once more. Steam Engineers with...

Lento crawled up at the voice, his head still spinning. Wiping dust out of his face, he squinted up at the person before him, before shaking his head to try to clear away the dizziness. Oops, that was a bad idea, cause now the headache was even worse! The young man coughed once and planted his...

It had been an entire year since the Demon King had been slain, and finally, the end was in sight. Or, at least, the end was in sight for those nobles who financed the reconstruction efforts of what land could be salvaged after the brutal war. The Barrenshield, the blighted wasteland that the...

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