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She wants the answer to be no.

She truly isn't certain that you're real.

She still wants to impress you, to help you. After all this.

Nothing stashed inside. No hidden compartments or ciphers. Looks like it's just a cup.

Alien. Foreign.

Don't let her hear your surprise. Volley it back.

Veering wildly between the formalities of her role and her desire to speak plainly. She's been drinking.

A dry sound meant to approximate polite laughter.

A note of concern for the company you've been keeping.

On the verge of saying something which she'll decide to keep to herself.

But not before she got a good eyeful, the little minx.

A bubble just waiting to be burst.

But also attention. He won't brush you off so easily now.

But also attention. He won't brush you off so easily now.

He won't brush you aside so easily now.

Pale, moist, clammy. Like a deformed frog plucked from the canal there.

He may be delusional, but he's not attempting to deceive. He believes every word.

The way forward is obvious. Duchess surely knows what this 'gap' is all about.

Whoever's on the other end of that call surely knows what this 'gap' is all about.

Immediate terror. Real, unfeigned, unkinky terror.

His eyes skimmed right over it, almost as if it wasn't there.

Witness his true form emerge: A spittle-licker, specially bred to feel utter contempt for anyone below them and pants-wetting fear of anyone above.

The way he says it, he's not sure whether that's really true.

The way he says it, he's not sure whether he'd consider that a negative or not.

Incomprehension, mixed with a taste of horror.

The way forward is obvious. Duchess surely knows what this 'gap' is all about.

Use Duchess's canny method to fill in the gap.

His glasses are half-fogged from the sweat beading on his upper lip.

Don't let the wolves' playacting at humanity fool you. They're still animals underneath.

A strange cadence, uneasy syllables stumbling over a sloshing beat.

Of course you do.

So they recommended she be paired with HOPSCOTCH, too.

One she can't co-sign.

Careful, he's about to prematurely oraculate.

In the darkness of the shack, something creaks faintly -- sinew.

This is a topic she will not allow herself to get into.

They make a mess together, with joy and abandon. But she stares at it all day on her own.

She laughs, but there's an edge to it.

She's not her sister, in other words.

What she's describing is hyper-tier psychic surgery. Someone like you could do massive damage with such a technique.

You're not afraid of any empty space. Fill it the fuck in.

You are going to turn him inside out with this.

Test your new method on her.

She looks away, too quickly. She wishes she could play it off, but it rings a bit too true.

She looks away, uncomfortable.

Posture relaxed, looking away. She's confident that you aren't in on PIGEON's scheme.

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