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RL w/ Sena
[Dead Master dropped her off willingly enough. she'd really appreciated that. but, Shooter neglected to ask specifically where she was supposed to meet Sena, so there's currently a ridiculously pale girl with uneven twintails standing at a street corner trying to ignore staring passerby.]
maybe she should've worn a shirt, or something.]
maybe she should've worn a shirt, or something.]
I feel like a molester
Now put it on. [She urged her own, excited to see how she would look in the dress.]
everyone feels that way with brs
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You're arm goes...in here. [If she still had trouble, she would find Sena's hand on her arm.]
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Turning her to a mirror, Sena let out a sound.] It looks so good!
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[wait so does that mean Dead Master's a pervert]I've never noticed before.
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Pick them out.
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Uh... [she randomly points at a plain blue one.]
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