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[girlinthepast]

There's going to be a dance this Saturday? That sounds so fun!

Who's going? Does anybody want to meet there? I need to pick out a dress... Maybe I'll wear the one Natsuo bought me in London!

Miss Fin, you're all the way better, right?

Natsuo, do you think you'll [Scribbled out SO HARD, but you can probably make out a word if you squint.]

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[fightingzero]

I don't think I'll go.

[Which actually means, 'I'm going but only to see you.' Too bad she doesn't know that?]

[girlinthepast]

It could be fun... [Why does she want him to come so badly? She knows she can't trust him.]

[fightingzero]

I guess it could be fun. But I never dance with anyone.

[Dance with him dance with him dance with him.]

[girlinthepast]

[... Well, what was the harm?]

I would dance with you...

[fightingzero]

[...he actually wasn't expecting that.]

You would?

[girlinthepast]

Yes! We're friends.

[FRIENDS]

1/2

[fightingzero]

[HAVE SOME INK BLOTS. D8 FRIENDS?!]

[fightingzero]

[MORE BLOTS.]

Sounds nice.

[Phew, nice cover up.]

[girlinthepast]

[Sees the blots. Is puzzled by the blots.]

Are you sure?

[fightingzero]

[He's puzzled as to why she's puzzled. ...friends.]

Sure. I'm fine.

Just friends?

[Strike is hackable.]

[girlinthepast]

[She stares at it until she can see it, and-- oh, fffff. She starts to pull out her wand, before she remembers. No filters, it's still summer.]

...Can we talk about this later?

[fightingzero]

[He wishes that they were both seventeen so badly right now...]

Okay. Later.

[Which, actually, means never.]

[girlinthepast]

At the dance?

[fightingzero]

[...ink blots.]

Sure. That's fine with me.

[girlinthepast]

I'll see you there...

[fightingzero]

You too.

I bet you'll forget about me.

[The strike is hackable if she looks really hard and squints or something.]