"Left...overs...? ASAKO! GO GET LEFT OVERRRRS!!!" Risky cried, grabbing onto her uniform and trying her best to shake her.
'Argh, the things I'll do for her...' "Wait... fine... I'll tell you over left overs..." she sighed. It would be a very embarrassing thing for her to admit to, but Risky was forcing her to do it.
Trapped In The Dark: A Fullmetal Alchemist RolePlay Guild
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