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As the clubhouse buzzed with life, between people getting off work and others just hanging around and happy to spend time with the rest of the Wisps, you found yourself behind the closed doors of the Treasurer's office. The padded walls cut off any sound coming from outside,

"Kid..." A rough voice drawled out, making you return to the matter at hands- the same hands that rested on Donnie's chest, "We've been through this, it's not that I don't feel anything for you but... C'mon, darling... I'm too old for a pretty thing like you."