[As if to punctuate this, because her Flame has a sense of timing, the wooden wall -- one side is painted like a lovely little resort -- falls over with a thunk.
Nana looks up at Kano. Her eyebrow twitches.
Then she goes back to her phone, texting furiously.]
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Nana looks up at Kano. Her eyebrow twitches.
Then she goes back to her phone, texting furiously.]
You owe me so many scripts. Just so you know.