[Not even a moment after that, Noire's engulfed with a VERY bright pillar of light, and the next thing he knows, the silver-haired Goddess of Lastation in all her glory, Black Heart, is right in front of him, simmering to the brim with anger born out of out and out embarrassment. There's only huffing, desperate attempts to cling to some form of mental grounding, as she gets in the blue-haired boy's face.
One thing is clear as the sun in the wee hours of morning: They're only inches away.
Another thing is, too: It's probably, probably, safe to say her bad day got a smidge close to rock bottom.]
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One thing is clear as the sun in the wee hours of morning: They're only inches away.
Another thing is, too: It's probably, probably, safe to say her bad day got a smidge close to rock bottom.]