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[a_digital_witch]

[The video feed turns on to show Marisa laying on her bed, on her stomach, with her legs bent up behind her with a pair of crimson and slate striped stockings on. Her white blouse is unbuttoned to show the white tank top underneath and her tie is still about her neck, though loose. On her arms are a matching pair of handless gloves/sleeve that

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[brb_pulitzer]

You know I'm not all that into those kind of games.

[brb_pulitzer]

[Rubbing her head.]

You probably aced it so stop worrying.

[a_digital_witch]

The math portion, maybe. You know that a perfect 2400 on the SAT is statistically improbable?

[brb_pulitzer]

Did you know that 80% of all statistics are made up?

[a_digital_witch]

[Have a light shove] Shut up. This is important. I'm actually... gonna try to go through with this, ze. I'm freakin' terrified I'm not good enough.

[brb_pulitzer]

How many times do I have to tell you that you'll be fine?

[a_digital_witch]

One more?

[brb_pulitzer]

You're going to be one of the highest scorers, okay?

[a_digital_witch]

Okay. Now rub my head again and then promise you won't laugh at me.

[brb_pulitzer]

[SIGH.]

I won't laugh at you.

[She starts petting her again.]

[a_digital_witch]

[If asked, Marisa won't admit to liking the head rubs so much.]

...so I need a favor from you. And... I'm only asking cause you offered once.

I need to borrow some money. For. Stuff.

[brb_pulitzer]

It's fine. How much do you need?

[a_digital_witch]

Umm... The application is... 75 American dollars and... the lingerie I want for the Winter Formal is 120 Euros plus shipping.

...I can't ask my father to pay for my pretty underwear. That's just... no. At least he's not arguing with me over the dress for the Formal.

[brb_pulitzer]

I'll have it for you tomorrow. Don't worry, Marisa.

[a_digital_witch]

Thanks. You know this makes me feel like shit for needing to ask. You're too good to me, ze.

[brb_pulitzer]

It's because I love you. [She nuzzles Marisa a little.]