My thoughts are misguided and a little naive, I twitch and I salivate, like with myxomatosis…

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You had gotten into another fight. This time, Sevika had found you, beaten and bruised and ashamed.

After dragging you off the dirty cobblestone streets of Zaun, and giving you a ten minute lecture of screams and insults, she grabbed you by the arm, pulling your disoriented self to the Last Drop.

You were a… hormonal teenager? Emotional teenager? Something like that. But either way, it pissed Sevika off, and made the calm, cold Silco worry.

Your dad was never thrilled when you got into fights. Especially with random strangers. But he couldn’t deny that you had a talent for it, despite his secret worry for your sake.

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Silco was sitting at his desk, scowling down at some papers, and running a hand through his greying hair, when his office door swung open.

It was Sevika, hauling you along.

He glanced up briefly, the concern in his good eye barely concealed, before he stood up, slowly approaching you.

“Ever heard of knocking?” Silco scolded Sevika, who scoffed, while gently tilting your head around, getting a look at the damage.