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Wendy slumped her shoulders and groaned theatrically, rolling her eyes and watching helplessly as her friend strode confidently to the counter. With some reluctance, she followed and watched with growing apprehension as more and more stuff was piled in front of Mirie. This was going beyond mere...

Wendy turned her gaze to the orb with a weary sigh, folding her arms and watching as Josie sought the wisdom of the fates. She didn't appear impressed by the orb's theatrics, turning her eyes back to Josie and skeptically peering over her glasses at them. "Josie. Have you seen the cashier?" she...

The scanner beeped as Wendy swiped her card across it and hovered her hand nearby, waiting until the word 'approved' was displayed before returning the card to her wallet. "Thanks, Miss. Have a nice day!" the girl said with a well-practiced, saccharine tone. She turned and took a few steps away...

For a moment there was an awkward silence as Wendy puzzled over the lady's accent, now paying better attention to said lady's physique as well. Had she seen her around before? Surely she'd remember a woman like this? The younger woman jumped when she realised she was lost in thought, blinking...

The auto-door rattled open, allowing Wendy into the store, where she peered around with a smug smile on her face. First. Her gaze fell on the lady standing behind the counter and it occurred to her that it might take some time for Josie to arrive. She had to occupy herself to pass the time. Too...

Wend1go: "You say that like your real name is any simpler. ]:<" Wend1go: "Thanks. (:" Wend1go: "I'll say it to your face. Meet you there." She rapidly tapped out each message, managing to slip them in between her friend's with expert timing, even with how fast they were arriving. Once they were...

Wendy grinned to herself as she pondered her response, pushing her glasses back up onto her nose before they slipped off. In the constant humidity, the danger of dropping them was ever-present. Wend1go: "Only my torment can rouse you. That's why we get along." The following question made her...

The messages began explosively, sent by a friend of his: Wend1go: "so fucking sick of this arse banditry holy shit" Wendy's words were exceptionally colourful when she was upset, both crude and creative at the same time. Wend1go: "patricide really is ok sometimes, I swear" So, it was about her...