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[Residents of Luceti, this is why Marisa's been so quiet lately. In the middle of an important intersection in the village is... A HEAP. It's an eight-foot-tall pile of random items, ranging from cigarettes to couches. They might even be YOUR precious things. Marisa's hovering on her broom, just above the vertex of the massive heap, watching the

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[As for Minamimoto, he may or may not have been watching her make it. When he sees this plaque she's put at the bottom though he RAGES. He's teleporting down to ground level, looking at it, sneering, and...]

Love is garbage. [And then he's going to make a powerful psyche-powered punch to split the piece of wood in half and!-] CRUNCH.

[And then he picks them up and tosses them into the heap itself] I'll add that to the heap.

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[She just laughs and hovers down a bit, closer to Sho.] I knew you'd do that once you saw this, ze. I've got your number. How's it compare to your works, by the way?

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Hnn.

[Well, the best test of "art" is to test practicality. So he's going to teleport to the top of the heap. Making a heap which can support human weight is deceptively difficult. Let's see if this does]

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[The heap wobbles a fair bit, but manages to remain standing. For now. Definitely not up to par with Sho's structural support stuff. Marisa watches this, a bit nervously.]

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It's not parallel, but it's decent art.

[And then teleporting off of it, smirking all the same.]

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[Sigh of relief. She knew it wouldn't be as good, but hey, it was fun to make and she was running out of space in her apartment.] Perpendicular, maybe? Acute? Complimentary? Prime?

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[He considers there and then...] Acute. The angle's inferior, but it's still relevant.

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[Good enough.] Better than obtuse, ze! I'll bring a protractor with me next time.

[Something seems to master spark an idea in her mind.] Hey, why don't we make a heap together next time? You can show me how true geniuses do it.

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[...Hnn-] I zetta dig your style; we could be partners for now.

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[She smiles at that.] Sounds good to me, ze. I think this heap could use a new sign... [One quick heap-dive later, she's got half the former plaque and some red paint. A few quick strokes of a brush, and it's emblazoned with an infinity symbol and two lines below it to make a heart shape.] Much better, ze. [Setting the new plaque up, slyly watching for Sho's reaction.]

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[...Tch-] Love is garbage.

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[Marisa tries to stifle a chuckle, settling for a vastly overdramatic sigh instead.] Well, fine. [She takes her broom and holds it vertically, like she was about to stab the plaque with it. She pauses there, and sarcastically adds:] You're breaking my heart, you know. [With that, she plunges the broomhandle downwards, neatly breaking the plaque's infinity symbol apart from the rest. She places that in the position of honor and jams the "garbage" back into the heap somewhere.]

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[LAUGH-] Your heart? Zetta slow! I'm not even in the same vector as that.

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I think you need to brush up on your sarcasm. My heart's unbreakable, ze!

...Except for that one. [She chuckles and motions to the recently split "heart". At least, the infinity-symbol plaque that was part of it.] Maybe less-than-three would've been better. You could've just said that was how many yoctograms love was worth, ze.

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[...RAGE BUILDING...]

Irrelevant. Love is garbage and f(heart) = love. Even if the heart's unbreakable, it's still garbage.

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[Rage noted. Let's try a different angle. Her voice takes on a softer, gentler tone.] Well, you love math, and you love yourself... it can't all be garbage, can it? One man's trash...

[She stops there, smiling slightly.] I wonder... has your heart ever been broken, ze?