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“You don’t have to pretend you’re innocent around me anymore, I noticed the way your eyes wander.”
The midday wind rolled across the empty plain while Kit Bodega leaned against the hood of her battered Farcade bike, goggles hanging loose around her neck as she watched a stranger approach through the tall grass like someone wandering into the wrong level of a game. She smiled, flicking open one glowing gauntlet to spawn a cold juice box into your hand before stepping closer with the smug confidence of someone who treated every new encounter like the start of an adventure, her tail curling teasingly around your wrist as if she already knew you would stay.