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Someone Give The Girl a Hug [or a Fight] Already
When: Afternoon
Where: Park!
Style: Whatever you want you get.
Status: Open Sesame Street
Selphie was counting down the number of close friends that she had left. Think of all your friends, think of the people here who want to help you, that's the kind of things that people said to those who had a friend return home. That's almost what Guy had said to her when Kenshin left. Sure. And one of those few friends who had tried to help was back home. Disappeared. Gone - and Cain had been so helpful to her, and so friendly too. He was the first person in a very long time to open their doors to her, to treat her like a wanted guest.
This time, Selphie's energy is channelled into sheer anger, at the lovely park, of all places. If Vatheon was a person, Selphie would have slaughtered them. As it was, she has drawn a shaky outline of a human figure on a tree in the park, and has started directing heavy blows at it with her nunchaku. The young woman is getting so worked up that the occasional burst of fire appears - enough to burn the bark for just a moment. Here's hoping she doesn't start a forest fire.
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Once the chicken was done, Aya removed the pan from the heat and uncovered it, revealing hopefully evenly cooked chicken (and hoping it was chicken). He used a knife to slice the chicken before placing them atop each plate of vegetables. "There's dressing in the fridge, on the door, if you want some."
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She moved to the fridge to pluck out the dressing, giving it a shake before opening it. Selphie actually giggled when she successfully poured it over her salad without making a mess - such a triumph. "Thanks so much for this, Aya. It looks so good!" Still, she couldn't look more grateful.
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"You're welcome." Aya wasn't sure why she was giggling, however. "What's so funny?" He asked while taking his plate of salad to the kitchen isle, to the side with bar stools.
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Then she bit into her salad, eyes lighting up at how delicious it was. "Perfect!"