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Adult ++
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Girls are Weird
Okay, this was written a while ago when there was this whole issue about protecting people from all forms porn including written, drawn, and photographed. This was my response to that! Full-on Yuri smut! WHOO!
The pairing is very, VERY random, but it was incredibly fun to write. Kizna and Wrecka are social rivals in a way, so humor ended up popping up throughout the fic. I think it makes up for the lack of plot quite nicely XD
Oh, and disclaimer: I doth not own the series known as MK. Le weep~
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~*Girls are Weird*~
Dedicated to President Bush and his Protection from Pornography Week >3
“Man, some girls are so weird” Kizna sighed to herself as she watched the scene going down in the middle of the repair bay. There was Wrecka, bawling her eyes out in front of Roose because he had said he wanted to spend the day hanging out with Yamagi instead of her. It was obvious that she was hoping to sway him back to her side with her tears, but it seemed that for once it wouldn’t actually work.
“Wrecka-chan, I’m really sorry! But… but… Yamagi said he’d actually teach me some stuff! It will help us, Wrecka-chan! It will!” Roose tried to explain, nearly in tears himself, before being dragged off by Yamagi, who was in a hurry to get out of there before Tukasa, his own creepy partner, waltzed in.
“I can’t believe him! How could he just leave me like this?!” Wrecka sobbed, oblivious to the fact that everyone but Kizna had left the room.
“He’s just trying to be a better candidate, Wrecka.” Kizna said, walking over to Wrecka and kneeling down to look at her face to face. “He didn’t mean to hurt you or anything.”
“I KNOW. It’s just that today we were supposed to… you know.” Wrecka smirked, “or maybe you don’t.” Wrecka sat back against the railing.
“No, I know… ZERO, the pervert, told me… during LUNCH no less“ Kizna’s ears flattened at the memory. “You can ‘reward’ Roose later, you know. Today just let him hang out with Yamagi.”
“But I want it NOW.”
“Well, I’m sure I could make you feel better.” Kizna bit her lower lip, and found herself unable to look Wrecka straight in the eye.
“Oh really, now? How?” Wrecka looked skeptical.
“Well…” Kizna smirked, “like THIS!” Kizna leaned in and kissed Wrecka, who pulled away.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa… correct me if I’m wrong, but we’re both female…”
“So?”
“Well, it’s not…” Wrecka looked at Kizna for a moment, “oh, never mind. I guess it wouldn’t hurt me to try it once.”
“Exactly!” Kizna leaned in to kiss her again, this time having it reciprocated by Wrecka. After a few minutes Kizna decided to go ahead and get things moving by deepening the kiss and crawling on top of Wrecka.
“Mm!”, Wrecka squeaked, breaking away from the lip lock, “Wait, how come YOU get to be on top?”
“I’m TRYING to make you feel better! So, please, won’t you just be quiet and let me?”
“But I just… whoa!” Wrecka found her collarbone and neck area being attacked rather aggressively by Kizna’s tongue and teeth, “Uh! Okay… okaaay!”
“Better!” Kizna smiled and started kissing Wrecka again, this time faster and harder than before.
Wrecka, however, had some plans of her own: as Kizna was occupied with kissing her, Wrecka started to shift ever so slightly in an attempt to switch positions with Kizna. Surely, she figured, if she did it slowly, Kizna wouldn’t notice her actions until it was too late, and she had control. Unfortunately for her, she had misjudged Kizna’s perception abilities.
“Now, what did I tell you?” Kizna sighed, got off Wrecka, and wandered off to the supply cabinet.
“Hey?! Where are you going?! I though you were going to… help me!” Wrecka yelled after her, rather annoyed and insulted.
“Well, if you’re not going to behave…” Kizna walked back over to Wrecka, hiding something she had retrieved from the cabinet behind her back. “…then…” Kizna got back on the ground and leaned into the now stunned Wrecka, stopping only inches away from her face, “I’ll have to MAKE you behave.” Suddenly Wrecka snapped to and realized, much to her surprise, that Kizna had tied her wrists to the railing with a cord.
“Wait! This isn’t FAIR!” Wrecka fidgeted, trying to free herself from the cord.
“Well, if you had just cooperated!” Kizna scolded, sitting straddled on Wrecka’s hips.
“Okay, okay!” Wrecka pouted, “I’ll be good if you just untie me…” She gave Kizna the sweetest, most innocent look she could muster.
“I’ve known you far too long to fall for THAT.” Kizna said, giving Wrecka a flat look before pulling Wrecka’s shirt over her face.
“You bitch…” Wrecka whined, her voice slightly muffled by her shirt.
“Oh, come ON… you KNOW you like it.” Kizna laughed, pulling Wrecka’s shirt over her head. “Hmm… front hooking bra. How convenient!” Kizna giggled and slid her hand under the clasp, lifting it, and letting it snap back.
“Quit TEASING. God, Roose is never this problematic!” Wrecka whined again, fidgeting under Kizna.
“Well, SOMEONE is getting a little snippy.” Kizna smirked. Wrecka just stuck out her tongue in reply, prompting Kizna to go in for another fast and hard kiss. “Here…” Kizna unhooked Wrecka’s bra and began massaging her breasts. “… is this better?”
“Mmm… much. But do you think you could…” Kizna gave her another flat look and slightly twisted one of her nipples. “AH! Fine… I’ll be quiet!”
“Good.” Kizna scooted down slightly to begin lapping at and sucking on Wrecka’s breasts, concentrating mostly on her now hard nipples. Wrecka, it seemed, was enjoying this quite a bit, or so Kizna thought based on the occasional little moans that escaped Wrecka’s mouth.
“You… knooow, may… may… maybe you could…” Wrecka found herself struggling to speak. Kizna wasn’t about to start taking suggestions from Princess Wrecka now, and showed it by biting down on a nipple. “AHH! Kizna! That HURT!”
“Then just let me do what I’m gonna do!”
“Well, you aren’t doing it RIGHT!”
“YOU certainly seemed to be enjoying it! You know, if you want me to quit, just SAY it!” Kizna yelled as she started to stand up.
“No, no… don’t quit.” Wrecka grabbed Kizna’s shirt with her teeth to prevent her from leaving. “Please” she said as she let go.
“Fine. No more complaining?”
“No more complaining.” Wrecka agreed, sighing. Oh, how she hated having to surrender to Kizna, of all people.
“Alright, then.” Kizna went back to sucking on Wrecka, using her hand to play with Wrecka’s other breast. Wrecka soon closed her eyes and went right back to quietly moaning and fidgeting, not even noticing that Kizna’s other hand had made it’s way down to Wrecka’s pants and was unzipping them.
“Ah!” Wrecka gasped, her hands grabbing the railing they are attached to, as Kizna licked a trail down her stomach. She opened her eyes for a moment, just in time to see her pants go flying off to the side. “Please don’t wrinkle my clothes like that.” She complained, only to find herself being ignored by Kizna who was still too occupied with sucking on her lower stomach. Kizna then suddenly stopped and looked up at Wrecka, who looked back at her with a rather confused look on her face. “What? What is it? Why did you stop?”
“How flexible are you?” Kizna asked, smirking.
“Flexible enough, why?”
“Just curious.” Kizna suddenly grabbed Wrecka’s legs and spread them as far apart as she could. She looked at Wrecka one more time and smiled crookedly as she began to rub the inside of her thighs. “Ready?” Wrecka just nodded and laid her hand back on the floor. “Okay… here we go!” Kizna leaned down and nuzzled into Wrecka’s crotch, licking and sucking her on top of her panties, tasting the wetness that had soaked through.
“Kiz….na!”
Kizna looked up upon hearing her name. “What NOW?”
“You’re teasing me again. Just DO it!” Wrecka commanded.
“Fine.” Kizna shrugged, not wanting to get into an argument with Wrecka after getting this far. She slid off Wrecka’s underwear, and threw them over to where her pants had landed, before diving into Wrecka’s soaking wet vagina. She instantly found her clit and began to lap on it like a kitten licking up fresh cream, still rubbing Wrecka‘s thighs. Wrecka tried her best not to scream out in pleasure as Kizna went down on her, but failed; instead she found herself moaning and panting rather loudly, her face turning red.
“AH! KIZ… NA… I’M… I’M…” she yelled in between pants.
Kizna began applying more pressure as she licked, loving the warm, hoping that it would send Wrecka over the edge. Finally, Kizna felt Wrecka’s entire body tense up, and heard her scream out as she climaxed. Kizna sat up and licked her lips as she looked at the sweaty, tired, hard breathing Wrecka.
“That was wonderful! Roose never did anything like that to me…”
“What? You think we’re DONE?”
“But I just… you mean we’re not? I don’t think I can take anymore, Kizna.”
“Yeah, you can.” Kizna insisted, cracking her knuckles.
“Are you trying to KILL me?!” Wrecka exclaimed, trying to sit up but finding her movement hindered by her wrist restraints.
“I’ve yet to kill a girl in the middle of sex.”
“Wait a minute, how many have you…” Wrecka asked, a sly look crossing her face.
“Oh NO. I’m NOT going to let you make my past sex life the latest gossip on GOA.” Kizna said before thrusting three of her fingers into Wrecka’s opening. Wrecka, who was totally caught off guard by this, shuttered as she took in a surprised sharp, quick breath. Kizna waited for Wrecka to recover from the shock before she began moving her fingers in and out of her, trying to get a nice rhythm going. Wrecka’s body naturally began moving along with Kizna’s rhythm, her clenched eyes shut and her mouth opened into a perfect little oval, as she began to moan once again.
“Faster… Kizna… faster…” Wrecka moaned. Kizna happily complied and sped up her finger’s movements. She decided to have a little bit more fun, so she re-positioned herself, not once withdrawing from Wrecka, and began to suck on Wrecka’s breast again. “YES! Mooore!“ This little extra stimulation made Wrecka begin to cry out louder, and she began to pump down harder on Kizna’s fingers.
Kizna could feel Wrecka’s vaginal muscles beginning to tighten around her fingers. “Not yet, Wrecka! Slow down!” she instructed.
“No! I… want… it… NOW!”
“Fine, whatever you want.” Kizna gave in and thrust her fingers into Wrecka as hard as she could. Once again Wrecka belted out a lust filled scream… and it was all over. Kizna wiped her fingers on one of her grease towels, and got up to retrieve Wrecka’s clothing.
“That was… amazing, Kizna. I never knew it could be so fun with a girl!”
“Well, it helps if the other girl knows what’s she’s doing.” Kizna winked at Wrecka as she returned with her pants and underwear.
“Umm… Kizna…” Wrecka started, sounding ever-so-sweet.
“Yeah?”
“… could you untie me now?”
“Oh! Sorry…” Kizna bent down, freed Wrecka from the cord, and handed her the clothes. “I forgot about that cord there.” Kizna laughed nervously.
“Uh… huh.” Wrecka quickly got dressed and ran to the bathroom to see how she looked. Screaming soon followed, “OH MY GOD! I look HORRIBLE! My HAIR! My MAKE-UP! I simply CAN’T face the world looking like this!” Wrecka ran out of the bathroom, looking very, very distressed. “Kizna! Do you have a brush? Maybe some foundation?”
“Um… I don’t carry a brush with me…”
“What kind of woman doesn‘t carry a BRUSH?!” Wrecka whined.
“This kind.” Kizna pointed to herself. “Maybe we can find a nice bag to put over your head or something!”
Wrecka glared at her “That really isn’t funny.” Kizna just shrugged and wandered off to put the cord away. “You know, Kizna, I never did get to do anything to YOU. That’s not very fair, don’t you think?”
“It’s okay, I don’t mind.”
“Oh no, no, no… I INSIST that next time I go down on you.” Wrecka said, trying to fix her hair while using a shiny piece of metal as a mirror.
“’Next time‘?” Kizna asked, her ears twitching at the words. “What do you mean ‘NEXT TIME’?!
“Well, look at that!” Wrecka said, looking at her watch, “It‘s almost our dinnertime! I’d better be leaving.”
“No, wait!”
“Ta!” Wrecka yelled back at Kizna, blowing her a kiss before running out of the repair bay.
“Damn it! Next time… next time… does she really mean it or what?”
“Hey, Kizna!” Kizna’s thought process was interrupted as she whipped around to see her partner walking towards her. “Did you fix that problem with that… thing?”
“Nope! Sorry, I got… distracted.”
“Distracted? With what?”
“Oh, nothing… nothing… I’ll start work on it right now! Yup, yup!” Kizna said, running over to the 88th Pro-Ing, and taking off a small shield panel. “See?”
Zero just blinked at her, turned, and walked away mumbling to himself, “man, some girls are so weird.”
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The pairing is very, VERY random, but it was incredibly fun to write. Kizna and Wrecka are social rivals in a way, so humor ended up popping up throughout the fic. I think it makes up for the lack of plot quite nicely XD
Oh, and disclaimer: I doth not own the series known as MK. Le weep~
~*Girls are Weird*~
Dedicated to President Bush and his Protection from Pornography Week >3
“Man, some girls are so weird” Kizna sighed to herself as she watched the scene going down in the middle of the repair bay. There was Wrecka, bawling her eyes out in front of Roose because he had said he wanted to spend the day hanging out with Yamagi instead of her. It was obvious that she was hoping to sway him back to her side with her tears, but it seemed that for once it wouldn’t actually work.
“Wrecka-chan, I’m really sorry! But… but… Yamagi said he’d actually teach me some stuff! It will help us, Wrecka-chan! It will!” Roose tried to explain, nearly in tears himself, before being dragged off by Yamagi, who was in a hurry to get out of there before Tukasa, his own creepy partner, waltzed in.
“I can’t believe him! How could he just leave me like this?!” Wrecka sobbed, oblivious to the fact that everyone but Kizna had left the room.
“He’s just trying to be a better candidate, Wrecka.” Kizna said, walking over to Wrecka and kneeling down to look at her face to face. “He didn’t mean to hurt you or anything.”
“I KNOW. It’s just that today we were supposed to… you know.” Wrecka smirked, “or maybe you don’t.” Wrecka sat back against the railing.
“No, I know… ZERO, the pervert, told me… during LUNCH no less“ Kizna’s ears flattened at the memory. “You can ‘reward’ Roose later, you know. Today just let him hang out with Yamagi.”
“But I want it NOW.”
“Well, I’m sure I could make you feel better.” Kizna bit her lower lip, and found herself unable to look Wrecka straight in the eye.
“Oh really, now? How?” Wrecka looked skeptical.
“Well…” Kizna smirked, “like THIS!” Kizna leaned in and kissed Wrecka, who pulled away.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa… correct me if I’m wrong, but we’re both female…”
“So?”
“Well, it’s not…” Wrecka looked at Kizna for a moment, “oh, never mind. I guess it wouldn’t hurt me to try it once.”
“Exactly!” Kizna leaned in to kiss her again, this time having it reciprocated by Wrecka. After a few minutes Kizna decided to go ahead and get things moving by deepening the kiss and crawling on top of Wrecka.
“Mm!”, Wrecka squeaked, breaking away from the lip lock, “Wait, how come YOU get to be on top?”
“I’m TRYING to make you feel better! So, please, won’t you just be quiet and let me?”
“But I just… whoa!” Wrecka found her collarbone and neck area being attacked rather aggressively by Kizna’s tongue and teeth, “Uh! Okay… okaaay!”
“Better!” Kizna smiled and started kissing Wrecka again, this time faster and harder than before.
Wrecka, however, had some plans of her own: as Kizna was occupied with kissing her, Wrecka started to shift ever so slightly in an attempt to switch positions with Kizna. Surely, she figured, if she did it slowly, Kizna wouldn’t notice her actions until it was too late, and she had control. Unfortunately for her, she had misjudged Kizna’s perception abilities.
“Now, what did I tell you?” Kizna sighed, got off Wrecka, and wandered off to the supply cabinet.
“Hey?! Where are you going?! I though you were going to… help me!” Wrecka yelled after her, rather annoyed and insulted.
“Well, if you’re not going to behave…” Kizna walked back over to Wrecka, hiding something she had retrieved from the cabinet behind her back. “…then…” Kizna got back on the ground and leaned into the now stunned Wrecka, stopping only inches away from her face, “I’ll have to MAKE you behave.” Suddenly Wrecka snapped to and realized, much to her surprise, that Kizna had tied her wrists to the railing with a cord.
“Wait! This isn’t FAIR!” Wrecka fidgeted, trying to free herself from the cord.
“Well, if you had just cooperated!” Kizna scolded, sitting straddled on Wrecka’s hips.
“Okay, okay!” Wrecka pouted, “I’ll be good if you just untie me…” She gave Kizna the sweetest, most innocent look she could muster.
“I’ve known you far too long to fall for THAT.” Kizna said, giving Wrecka a flat look before pulling Wrecka’s shirt over her face.
“You bitch…” Wrecka whined, her voice slightly muffled by her shirt.
“Oh, come ON… you KNOW you like it.” Kizna laughed, pulling Wrecka’s shirt over her head. “Hmm… front hooking bra. How convenient!” Kizna giggled and slid her hand under the clasp, lifting it, and letting it snap back.
“Quit TEASING. God, Roose is never this problematic!” Wrecka whined again, fidgeting under Kizna.
“Well, SOMEONE is getting a little snippy.” Kizna smirked. Wrecka just stuck out her tongue in reply, prompting Kizna to go in for another fast and hard kiss. “Here…” Kizna unhooked Wrecka’s bra and began massaging her breasts. “… is this better?”
“Mmm… much. But do you think you could…” Kizna gave her another flat look and slightly twisted one of her nipples. “AH! Fine… I’ll be quiet!”
“Good.” Kizna scooted down slightly to begin lapping at and sucking on Wrecka’s breasts, concentrating mostly on her now hard nipples. Wrecka, it seemed, was enjoying this quite a bit, or so Kizna thought based on the occasional little moans that escaped Wrecka’s mouth.
“You… knooow, may… may… maybe you could…” Wrecka found herself struggling to speak. Kizna wasn’t about to start taking suggestions from Princess Wrecka now, and showed it by biting down on a nipple. “AHH! Kizna! That HURT!”
“Then just let me do what I’m gonna do!”
“Well, you aren’t doing it RIGHT!”
“YOU certainly seemed to be enjoying it! You know, if you want me to quit, just SAY it!” Kizna yelled as she started to stand up.
“No, no… don’t quit.” Wrecka grabbed Kizna’s shirt with her teeth to prevent her from leaving. “Please” she said as she let go.
“Fine. No more complaining?”
“No more complaining.” Wrecka agreed, sighing. Oh, how she hated having to surrender to Kizna, of all people.
“Alright, then.” Kizna went back to sucking on Wrecka, using her hand to play with Wrecka’s other breast. Wrecka soon closed her eyes and went right back to quietly moaning and fidgeting, not even noticing that Kizna’s other hand had made it’s way down to Wrecka’s pants and was unzipping them.
“Ah!” Wrecka gasped, her hands grabbing the railing they are attached to, as Kizna licked a trail down her stomach. She opened her eyes for a moment, just in time to see her pants go flying off to the side. “Please don’t wrinkle my clothes like that.” She complained, only to find herself being ignored by Kizna who was still too occupied with sucking on her lower stomach. Kizna then suddenly stopped and looked up at Wrecka, who looked back at her with a rather confused look on her face. “What? What is it? Why did you stop?”
“How flexible are you?” Kizna asked, smirking.
“Flexible enough, why?”
“Just curious.” Kizna suddenly grabbed Wrecka’s legs and spread them as far apart as she could. She looked at Wrecka one more time and smiled crookedly as she began to rub the inside of her thighs. “Ready?” Wrecka just nodded and laid her hand back on the floor. “Okay… here we go!” Kizna leaned down and nuzzled into Wrecka’s crotch, licking and sucking her on top of her panties, tasting the wetness that had soaked through.
“Kiz….na!”
Kizna looked up upon hearing her name. “What NOW?”
“You’re teasing me again. Just DO it!” Wrecka commanded.
“Fine.” Kizna shrugged, not wanting to get into an argument with Wrecka after getting this far. She slid off Wrecka’s underwear, and threw them over to where her pants had landed, before diving into Wrecka’s soaking wet vagina. She instantly found her clit and began to lap on it like a kitten licking up fresh cream, still rubbing Wrecka‘s thighs. Wrecka tried her best not to scream out in pleasure as Kizna went down on her, but failed; instead she found herself moaning and panting rather loudly, her face turning red.
“AH! KIZ… NA… I’M… I’M…” she yelled in between pants.
Kizna began applying more pressure as she licked, loving the warm, hoping that it would send Wrecka over the edge. Finally, Kizna felt Wrecka’s entire body tense up, and heard her scream out as she climaxed. Kizna sat up and licked her lips as she looked at the sweaty, tired, hard breathing Wrecka.
“That was wonderful! Roose never did anything like that to me…”
“What? You think we’re DONE?”
“But I just… you mean we’re not? I don’t think I can take anymore, Kizna.”
“Yeah, you can.” Kizna insisted, cracking her knuckles.
“Are you trying to KILL me?!” Wrecka exclaimed, trying to sit up but finding her movement hindered by her wrist restraints.
“I’ve yet to kill a girl in the middle of sex.”
“Wait a minute, how many have you…” Wrecka asked, a sly look crossing her face.
“Oh NO. I’m NOT going to let you make my past sex life the latest gossip on GOA.” Kizna said before thrusting three of her fingers into Wrecka’s opening. Wrecka, who was totally caught off guard by this, shuttered as she took in a surprised sharp, quick breath. Kizna waited for Wrecka to recover from the shock before she began moving her fingers in and out of her, trying to get a nice rhythm going. Wrecka’s body naturally began moving along with Kizna’s rhythm, her clenched eyes shut and her mouth opened into a perfect little oval, as she began to moan once again.
“Faster… Kizna… faster…” Wrecka moaned. Kizna happily complied and sped up her finger’s movements. She decided to have a little bit more fun, so she re-positioned herself, not once withdrawing from Wrecka, and began to suck on Wrecka’s breast again. “YES! Mooore!“ This little extra stimulation made Wrecka begin to cry out louder, and she began to pump down harder on Kizna’s fingers.
Kizna could feel Wrecka’s vaginal muscles beginning to tighten around her fingers. “Not yet, Wrecka! Slow down!” she instructed.
“No! I… want… it… NOW!”
“Fine, whatever you want.” Kizna gave in and thrust her fingers into Wrecka as hard as she could. Once again Wrecka belted out a lust filled scream… and it was all over. Kizna wiped her fingers on one of her grease towels, and got up to retrieve Wrecka’s clothing.
“That was… amazing, Kizna. I never knew it could be so fun with a girl!”
“Well, it helps if the other girl knows what’s she’s doing.” Kizna winked at Wrecka as she returned with her pants and underwear.
“Umm… Kizna…” Wrecka started, sounding ever-so-sweet.
“Yeah?”
“… could you untie me now?”
“Oh! Sorry…” Kizna bent down, freed Wrecka from the cord, and handed her the clothes. “I forgot about that cord there.” Kizna laughed nervously.
“Uh… huh.” Wrecka quickly got dressed and ran to the bathroom to see how she looked. Screaming soon followed, “OH MY GOD! I look HORRIBLE! My HAIR! My MAKE-UP! I simply CAN’T face the world looking like this!” Wrecka ran out of the bathroom, looking very, very distressed. “Kizna! Do you have a brush? Maybe some foundation?”
“Um… I don’t carry a brush with me…”
“What kind of woman doesn‘t carry a BRUSH?!” Wrecka whined.
“This kind.” Kizna pointed to herself. “Maybe we can find a nice bag to put over your head or something!”
Wrecka glared at her “That really isn’t funny.” Kizna just shrugged and wandered off to put the cord away. “You know, Kizna, I never did get to do anything to YOU. That’s not very fair, don’t you think?”
“It’s okay, I don’t mind.”
“Oh no, no, no… I INSIST that next time I go down on you.” Wrecka said, trying to fix her hair while using a shiny piece of metal as a mirror.
“’Next time‘?” Kizna asked, her ears twitching at the words. “What do you mean ‘NEXT TIME’?!
“Well, look at that!” Wrecka said, looking at her watch, “It‘s almost our dinnertime! I’d better be leaving.”
“No, wait!”
“Ta!” Wrecka yelled back at Kizna, blowing her a kiss before running out of the repair bay.
“Damn it! Next time… next time… does she really mean it or what?”
“Hey, Kizna!” Kizna’s thought process was interrupted as she whipped around to see her partner walking towards her. “Did you fix that problem with that… thing?”
“Nope! Sorry, I got… distracted.”
“Distracted? With what?”
“Oh, nothing… nothing… I’ll start work on it right now! Yup, yup!” Kizna said, running over to the 88th Pro-Ing, and taking off a small shield panel. “See?”
Zero just blinked at her, turned, and walked away mumbling to himself, “man, some girls are so weird.”
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