Nami grabbed her number. 13, she hoped against hope that she would be pared up with Angela first thing, but, as thing normally went for her, she got some random girl that didn't look like she could lift more than thirty pounds.
"Wonderful," she muttered to herself. She could only wish for some sort of elimination rounds to her get to her goal.
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Poke felt like slapping herself, or Rafael, or anyone really! "Don't joke around with me! And, if you hadn't killed that girl you wouldn't have to worry about digesting her damn jewlery, now would you?" She felt her fists clench and unclench. "I get you guys need to eat, but in school? And people that have something? I just- ahh, never mind. I'll have my thoughts together tonight before my shift at Start Dust."
Then, something hit her. Did they still have jobs there? Because now, they needed them more than ever, seeing as the Hunter Socity was starting to get a little too involved with them for Poke's calm of mind. Not to mention her new "mission".
"That is, if Nami-chan and I aren't fired."
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Tay smiled. "Well, who else would know about those scars? And about that shield ability of yours that you so rarely use? You saw it yourself, didn't you? The other night when you pryed into my mind. What more proof do you need? I just want to talk and get to know you. I've never really had a family."
Maybe he'd lighten up if she got sappy.