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Evening Dancer
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I get out of Burn, humming to myself as I look it over for any external issues. Nothing I can see, for now, at any rate. I finish the checkover, then walk outside for a good bit of fresh air... and standing right outside my front door is a huge mech I immediatly recognize as Nineball. I notice there's a rather large ding in his shoulder and a few holes about his body, but it doesn't seem to matter.
"Morning, Anthony." he says warmly. "I wouldn't suppose the shopkeep is in, is she? I'm here for a special order, possibly some maintenence if she's in the mood."
"Afraid she's fast asleep, big guy."
"A shame. So how are things?"
"Couldn't be better, really. Looking forward to a private match, had a nice night..."
"Mmnn. You're a lucky kid. Real popular, you know?"
I chuckle.
"Yeah, popular. Stick around if you're willing to wait a few, I was about to wake up sleeping beauty anyway."
"Thanks."
"Don't worry about it." I call back, waving over my shoulder. I've been trading emails with him over some time, discussing a few things here and there, shop talk, really. I make my way up to the room and find that Arima's already awake and dressed, fiddling with her phone a little with sleepy eyes.
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