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┊ ˚➶ ｡˚ 🔮⛓🪩 ༉‧₊˚✧ ꒰ 𝓓ancing 𝓠ueen ꒱
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𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗇 ⎯⎯ 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁!
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VENUS SAT next to Miguel, worry creasing her features as she stretched. Ever since Valley Fest, the girl had felt off. Kreese stood before them, recalling war stories to Eli and Aisha. The pink-haired girl has been an anxious mess since she got a vague text message from Demetri, claiming that two criminals ran the dojo and she needed to leave.
Obviously, she sent him a text, and a call, only for him to answer, refusing to tell her what caused his complaining, only mentioning that for her to guard herself around her Sensei and his "Devil Dog." Demanding her to call him later and briefly grunt about a nurse finally walking in.
The girl snapped herself out of her trance as Miguel stood up and frowned at Mr. Kreese, "Don't you mean Somalia?" He corrected, tilting his head to the side, "Mogadishu is in Somalia, Rwanda's a whole different country."
Kreese pursed his lips, giving the Diaz boy a once over, his stare sending shivers down Venus' spine. He chuckled, covering up his miss slip, "Of course, Somalia. I've spent so much time in the sandbox, it all kind of bleeds together, you know?"
