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Next part up! Rene goes to Charla to make amends.
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René’s Chaos with the Crossroaders
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The sofa from before had already been unfolded and turned into a bed. Charla's slouching back on the bed while idly channel-surfing. It took her a bit to realize René is there. She probably wouldn’t ever have if René hadn’t spoken up.
“Charl? You okay? I got a pillow for you...” He offered lamely.
“--wha, what do you want now? --oh. Oh, thanks.” She momentarily wiped at her nose as she sniffled. “An' I'm okay, I guess.
René moved to sit on the corner of the bed. “You guess? Look, I am SO sorry for what I said earlier. I'm an idiot. Ask anyone. …I hate seeing a girl cry...”
Charla rolled to the side, her back facing René. “Then don't. No one asked you to come.” She continued on in a low mutter. “I mean hell, what do I care if you think I'm feminine or not....not you who I want seeing me that way anyway.” René’s voice took on a subdued tone.
“Oh.” He tentatively started rubbing her back. “Want to talk about it?”
Sighing heavily in defeat, Charla rolled a bit more so that she was now on her stomach, rather than on her side. A low, contented sound escaped her as René rubbed her back. “Mmmm, fine. Not much to tell, though...just that I'm not as tough sometimes as I wish I was, I guess. About certain things. Like admitting I'm wrong to some of my decisions...or letting stupid words get to me more than they should be allowed to. That sort of thing.”
René couldn’t help wincing. “You think maybe you put too tough an image on?” She shruggled lightly.
“Wouldn't be the first time I've been told that. Thing is, well...lots of factors, really. I don't want people taking advantage of me for the sake of getting to mom, good or bad. Don't want people thinking I'm some feline skank, which is why I put in as much work on my studies as I can. Definitely don't want people underestimating me in the battlefield, for reasons that should be obvious...
...and I especially don't want people to have to think I need protection. Even though I sometimes do. Weird, huh?” She asked.
“Do remember who you're talking to here...my picture appears under the definition of 'weird' in the dictionary.” René reminded her. Charla peered over her shoulder to give René a half-glance
“...True,” She admitted. “Though I can't fault you for wanting to be part of the greater sex. At the very least, I usually don't have to work as hard to keep my own defenses up against another female. Funny how that works.
You mind if I ask, though...what made you decide to look like you do, knowing well you could get made fun of or worse for it? What made you stop hiding?”
In spite of himself, René was caught off-guard. “Um, wow...I guess I couldn't stand looking at myself in mirror looking so blatantly guy-like when I felt anything but. I don't think I ever really hid what I was like: loving to dress-up, listen to 'feminine' music, etc.” He shrugged. “I just never figured out what it meant until junior high or so. When I did, I decided that I couldn't live a lie. I mean that literally. I am a lousy liar. I didn't think I could ever pass for normal so decided not to try.”
Charla raised her brow at that -- looks like the Vulpix gained himself a few cool points for that answer. She smiled at him - an actual smile, not her usual snark-covered grin. “That takes guts, you know. Not easy being an honest High Schooler nowadays...take it from me.” She sighed.
René shrugged in lieu of an answer and kept rubbing her back. “I'm a lousy liar...the downside is that I'm really lacking in tact and tend to shoot my mouth off...You may have noticed.
The fact is is that I have very little to protect and even less pride. I'm a modest person with much to be modest about. You're not so of course you can't lay all your cards on the table...you actually have something to gain or lose by being honest. I don't so I have no trouble being honest.”
“I have.” Charla asaid. “Lower, please?”
“Yes’m.” René obliged. Charla made an approving sound that one could swear resembled that of a cat's purr.
“And you got it in one.” The luxray continued. “Not to say I'm not humbled by plenty of things, but truth is, if I let every single thing that makes me realize I ain't all that get to me, then how CAN I be? And I say you have more pride than you think you do. I mean, if you didn't hold any pride in being who you WANT to be, you woudn't be here right now, having a slumber party with us girls.”
“Maybe so...heck this is easily better than anything else I could be doing right now.” René replied.
“Yeah, I'm in the same boat. Well, plenty of things I should be doing, but man, it's nice just bein' able to relax once in a while and not think about stuff that'll give you a headache. Like boys.” She said.
René gave her an odd look. “Uh yeah, whatever you say...not thinking about guys is good.”
“You know what I mean, not having to think about all the grief that they can bring! Especially the ones we like...” Charla said.
“Well there aren't a lot of guys I can stand...on the other hand the most I have to worry about is Nicole beating the snot out of me.” René shrugged.
“Wait, which Nicole? I mean, one has to beat the snot out of you because of the exams...the other one would beat the snot out of you because you exist.” Charla commented.
“Zuna. The Nidoran girl. The other one...” René shrugged.
“Yeah, Floritt told me all about that one incident with THAT Nicole and that Charmander girl from Team Red. Almost regret not being there to send in a surprise zap her way - girl gives us bad cats a bad name!” She growled a bit.
“It’s cats like her that make me proud to be a canine. No offense.” René quipped.
“None taken. Besides, I'm a lion.” Tiny sparks shot out of the sides of her toothy grin. “Pussycat ain't in my league, to hell with who her old 'mon is.” Charla shook her head.
She chuckled. “Heh, so you're still afraid you're gonna get beat in that match of yours?”
René shook his head. “Afraid? Not really. Resigned is more like it. She's good whereas I'm average at best.”
“You know, René, you might not want to be saying stuff like that here in Meg's house of all places.” Charla warned him. “Last thing you wanna do is talk like a quitter else she'll make you sleep outside. She'll do it, too. In fact...” She turned and sat right up, joining René on the corner of the fold-out bed. “Certain someone actually did try having a sleepover with us once. We were still just getting used to the idea of being an actual PCA-sanctioned team and we needed to do all the bonding we could manage. Needless to say, it did not turn well. He ended up sleeping in the patio for whining to Meg during a shoptalk to think up some battle tactics. Hasn't joined us since.”
And before you ask, I was the one to convince him to come. He woudn't have bothered otherwise.”
“What Meghan did hardly sounds fair.” René couldn’t resist saying. He had no sooner said this than the magmar herself came out the other room suddenly...and made a beeline towards the bathroom.
“Honestly? You're absolutely right about that. I mean, to be REALLY honest, what Meg did to Nige that night wasn't really fair.” Charla admitted. “She wanted him to be more offensive and use is Psychic moves more but he kept on saying he can only do so much 'cause he usually hates fighting, and isn't really an offensive type of guy anyway, like that's a big surprise. That fight was also where Meg's Attacker/Support system came from: in double battles, two of us fight while the other protects them. It was a "happy medium", as she put it.”
“Me, I battle 'cause I got a point to make. I want people to understand I ain't my momma's clone, I'm my own 'mon. If they need an electro-shock treatment to realize that, I'm all for giving it. But fighting's not something I do for the love of it....heck, I don't think even Meg fights for the love of it, if you really think about it. Floritt maybe, but three guesses why that is.”
“I know you're not your mom's clone...you're pretty.” René said sincerely as he scritched her ears. “Flo...she just loves being all physical and dancing-y.”
Charla’s ear-twitched at the scratching. “Well...thanks, René.”
“Look, René...” Charla looked to see if Meghan was still using the Little Magmar's room. “Just try your best out there. That's all the judges are going to care for anyway. And hey, the fight could still be fun. I mean you're fighting a girl you respect and like alot, doesn't that excite you even a little? And Nicole doesn't strike me as the sore loser type, so try not to worry too much about the actual outcome of the fight, a'ight?”
“…Um, exciting? Whatcha mean?” René asked naively.
“You know, exiting.” Charla gave a mischievous smirk. “After all, Nicole's gonna get to see you all hot an' sweaty an' hot out there up close and personal, and you'll get to see her that way, too!”
René blushed furiously. “Damn randy cats...only thinking about one thing. Of course cats can only think about ONE thing at a time anyway.” He grumbled, but wasn’t serious. But to draw them away from THAT particular tract, he added. “I might've guessed myself that it was Nigel you were talking about earlier.”
“Of course I meant Nige.” Charla snorted. “You know anyone else who'd be so terrified of being in a sleepover with us?”
“I think talking about sleeping in the buff might've had something to do with scaring Nigel off.” René commented.
“Oh don't be silly! I didn't tell Nigel anything. He found that part out the hard way.” She grinned.
René went goggle-eyed. “You. Are. Joking. You are. Must be.” He babbled. Charla chuckled and refrained from answering whether she's lying or not. When René wondered what the others were up to, she peered behind her, but shrugs as she doesn't see a thing.
“Guess you better go check. I'm sleeping out here, so...night, I guess.” Charla said.
René looked a little hurt. “Are you sure you won't join us? It just won't be the same without you.” Charla gave René a look, then began to slowly slip out of her top... “GAK!” René covered his eyes. “You are a sicko Charla! A SICKO!”
“Hey, watch the words, you'll offend my kittens.” Charla said as she slipped the top back on...for now. “But yeah, I'm gonna stay here and watch some more TV before going to sleep. You go ahead and join the rest of the little kids, and Maggie.”
He snorted. “I'll tell them you said that.” René said. “Well, if you're sure, then good night.” He hugged her goodnight.
She hugged him back. “Hey, you're free to join me later to watch late movies, but barring that...yeah, I'm sure. Night, kit.”
“G'night kitten. Just make sure you have some pants on when I do join you.”
“Like heck I'll warn you after you called me "kitten". Now git.” She shooed him off.
René waved goodby as he headed back into Meghan’s room to see what Maggie and Floritt are doing.
Back in Meg's room, said Magmar looked to have already retired for the evening. Floritt and Maggie, however, were on the floor in their respective cots playing what looked to be a card game.
Floritt grabbed a card from the top of her pile, then sat it on the ground. “Ha!”
Maggie did the same...then sat the card down and collected both when said card showed to be a higher number than Floritt's. “Ha ha!”
“Awww, you winnin', mon!” Floritt groaned.
Giggling Maggie said, “It's just luck, really!”
Floritt gave her a mock-suspicious glare. “I 'unno...I tink you gota a supahpowah dat make you so good. Imma find out!” She lungeed into a tickle assault on the little Magby.
“Nooooo ahahahahaha!” She squealed.
“Meg must be able to sleep like a rock if you two haven't woken her up.” René said as he grabbed Floritt from behind, “Hey Maggie, wanna double-team?”
“--'ey, no fair!” Floritt protested.
“Big sis once slept through an earthquake!” Maggie informed him as she tickled Flo as she was pinned. “Gotcha!”
“Nooo ahahahaha!” The smeargle laughed.
“Wow. She's some sleeper.” René commented as she tickled Floritt's sides. “Cootchie-coo Flo!” Both of them started up a tickling frenzy on top of poor Floritt...and then suddenly a pillow fell on the trio!
“Not THAT much of a sleeper.” Meghan mumbled, as she sat up, half asleep. “Go to sleep already, it's late!” She stifled a long yawn and covers her head over her flame-proof covers.
René reluctantly let Floritt go. “Well you heard the boss. Which one is mine again?”
“Oooh, ooh, next to me, René!” Maggie tugged on his arm.
“'Ey Maggie, where you keep da plastic bags?” Floritt asked.
“Uhhh, they're in the kitchen to your left.”
“Be roight back, gnna need dat bag ta keep from paintin' people while I sleep!”
“Awww, I wanted to wake up purple!” Maggie said.
Floritt giggled. “Dat be cute, but I dun tink Meg'd want 'er sister ta be all derty when she wakes up.”
“Yeah, you're right...” She admitted. “René? You gonna sleep now?” Maggie asked.
“If you want to. I always wanted to snuggle with a cute little Magby!” He hugged her.
“Heehee, silly vulpy!” Maggie hugged him back.
Floritt came back with a plastic grocery bag tied around her tail-tip. She slided into her covers quietly while the pair hugged. “You guys sleepy yet?”
“Hmmm, I dunno. What do you think squirt?” René asked.
“Noooooo!” She giggled.
“You two be crazy. An' dun ya got dat ting ta do at da lava baths or whateva'?” Floritt asked.
“Awww, yeah. Meg usually wakes me up early for that. You gonna wake up early for that too, René?” Maggie asked.
“If your sister can get me out of bed, then I guess so.” Was his answer. “Sounds like fun anyway. Come on short-suff, let's get settled.” He hugged Maggie once more and crawled into bed.
“K! 'Nightnight René an' Flo'!” Maggie murmured.
“Nightnight, Maggie, René.” Floritt said.
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René’s Chaos with the Crossroaders
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The sofa from before had already been unfolded and turned into a bed. Charla's slouching back on the bed while idly channel-surfing. It took her a bit to realize René is there. She probably wouldn’t ever have if René hadn’t spoken up.
“Charl? You okay? I got a pillow for you...” He offered lamely.
“--wha, what do you want now? --oh. Oh, thanks.” She momentarily wiped at her nose as she sniffled. “An' I'm okay, I guess.
René moved to sit on the corner of the bed. “You guess? Look, I am SO sorry for what I said earlier. I'm an idiot. Ask anyone. …I hate seeing a girl cry...”
Charla rolled to the side, her back facing René. “Then don't. No one asked you to come.” She continued on in a low mutter. “I mean hell, what do I care if you think I'm feminine or not....not you who I want seeing me that way anyway.” René’s voice took on a subdued tone.
“Oh.” He tentatively started rubbing her back. “Want to talk about it?”
Sighing heavily in defeat, Charla rolled a bit more so that she was now on her stomach, rather than on her side. A low, contented sound escaped her as René rubbed her back. “Mmmm, fine. Not much to tell, though...just that I'm not as tough sometimes as I wish I was, I guess. About certain things. Like admitting I'm wrong to some of my decisions...or letting stupid words get to me more than they should be allowed to. That sort of thing.”
René couldn’t help wincing. “You think maybe you put too tough an image on?” She shruggled lightly.
“Wouldn't be the first time I've been told that. Thing is, well...lots of factors, really. I don't want people taking advantage of me for the sake of getting to mom, good or bad. Don't want people thinking I'm some feline skank, which is why I put in as much work on my studies as I can. Definitely don't want people underestimating me in the battlefield, for reasons that should be obvious...
...and I especially don't want people to have to think I need protection. Even though I sometimes do. Weird, huh?” She asked.
“Do remember who you're talking to here...my picture appears under the definition of 'weird' in the dictionary.” René reminded her. Charla peered over her shoulder to give René a half-glance
“...True,” She admitted. “Though I can't fault you for wanting to be part of the greater sex. At the very least, I usually don't have to work as hard to keep my own defenses up against another female. Funny how that works.
You mind if I ask, though...what made you decide to look like you do, knowing well you could get made fun of or worse for it? What made you stop hiding?”
In spite of himself, René was caught off-guard. “Um, wow...I guess I couldn't stand looking at myself in mirror looking so blatantly guy-like when I felt anything but. I don't think I ever really hid what I was like: loving to dress-up, listen to 'feminine' music, etc.” He shrugged. “I just never figured out what it meant until junior high or so. When I did, I decided that I couldn't live a lie. I mean that literally. I am a lousy liar. I didn't think I could ever pass for normal so decided not to try.”
Charla raised her brow at that -- looks like the Vulpix gained himself a few cool points for that answer. She smiled at him - an actual smile, not her usual snark-covered grin. “That takes guts, you know. Not easy being an honest High Schooler nowadays...take it from me.” She sighed.
René shrugged in lieu of an answer and kept rubbing her back. “I'm a lousy liar...the downside is that I'm really lacking in tact and tend to shoot my mouth off...You may have noticed.
The fact is is that I have very little to protect and even less pride. I'm a modest person with much to be modest about. You're not so of course you can't lay all your cards on the table...you actually have something to gain or lose by being honest. I don't so I have no trouble being honest.”
“I have.” Charla asaid. “Lower, please?”
“Yes’m.” René obliged. Charla made an approving sound that one could swear resembled that of a cat's purr.
“And you got it in one.” The luxray continued. “Not to say I'm not humbled by plenty of things, but truth is, if I let every single thing that makes me realize I ain't all that get to me, then how CAN I be? And I say you have more pride than you think you do. I mean, if you didn't hold any pride in being who you WANT to be, you woudn't be here right now, having a slumber party with us girls.”
“Maybe so...heck this is easily better than anything else I could be doing right now.” René replied.
“Yeah, I'm in the same boat. Well, plenty of things I should be doing, but man, it's nice just bein' able to relax once in a while and not think about stuff that'll give you a headache. Like boys.” She said.
René gave her an odd look. “Uh yeah, whatever you say...not thinking about guys is good.”
“You know what I mean, not having to think about all the grief that they can bring! Especially the ones we like...” Charla said.
“Well there aren't a lot of guys I can stand...on the other hand the most I have to worry about is Nicole beating the snot out of me.” René shrugged.
“Wait, which Nicole? I mean, one has to beat the snot out of you because of the exams...the other one would beat the snot out of you because you exist.” Charla commented.
“Zuna. The Nidoran girl. The other one...” René shrugged.
“Yeah, Floritt told me all about that one incident with THAT Nicole and that Charmander girl from Team Red. Almost regret not being there to send in a surprise zap her way - girl gives us bad cats a bad name!” She growled a bit.
“It’s cats like her that make me proud to be a canine. No offense.” René quipped.
“None taken. Besides, I'm a lion.” Tiny sparks shot out of the sides of her toothy grin. “Pussycat ain't in my league, to hell with who her old 'mon is.” Charla shook her head.
She chuckled. “Heh, so you're still afraid you're gonna get beat in that match of yours?”
René shook his head. “Afraid? Not really. Resigned is more like it. She's good whereas I'm average at best.”
“You know, René, you might not want to be saying stuff like that here in Meg's house of all places.” Charla warned him. “Last thing you wanna do is talk like a quitter else she'll make you sleep outside. She'll do it, too. In fact...” She turned and sat right up, joining René on the corner of the fold-out bed. “Certain someone actually did try having a sleepover with us once. We were still just getting used to the idea of being an actual PCA-sanctioned team and we needed to do all the bonding we could manage. Needless to say, it did not turn well. He ended up sleeping in the patio for whining to Meg during a shoptalk to think up some battle tactics. Hasn't joined us since.”
And before you ask, I was the one to convince him to come. He woudn't have bothered otherwise.”
“What Meghan did hardly sounds fair.” René couldn’t resist saying. He had no sooner said this than the magmar herself came out the other room suddenly...and made a beeline towards the bathroom.
“Honestly? You're absolutely right about that. I mean, to be REALLY honest, what Meg did to Nige that night wasn't really fair.” Charla admitted. “She wanted him to be more offensive and use is Psychic moves more but he kept on saying he can only do so much 'cause he usually hates fighting, and isn't really an offensive type of guy anyway, like that's a big surprise. That fight was also where Meg's Attacker/Support system came from: in double battles, two of us fight while the other protects them. It was a "happy medium", as she put it.”
“Me, I battle 'cause I got a point to make. I want people to understand I ain't my momma's clone, I'm my own 'mon. If they need an electro-shock treatment to realize that, I'm all for giving it. But fighting's not something I do for the love of it....heck, I don't think even Meg fights for the love of it, if you really think about it. Floritt maybe, but three guesses why that is.”
“I know you're not your mom's clone...you're pretty.” René said sincerely as he scritched her ears. “Flo...she just loves being all physical and dancing-y.”
Charla’s ear-twitched at the scratching. “Well...thanks, René.”
“Look, René...” Charla looked to see if Meghan was still using the Little Magmar's room. “Just try your best out there. That's all the judges are going to care for anyway. And hey, the fight could still be fun. I mean you're fighting a girl you respect and like alot, doesn't that excite you even a little? And Nicole doesn't strike me as the sore loser type, so try not to worry too much about the actual outcome of the fight, a'ight?”
“…Um, exciting? Whatcha mean?” René asked naively.
“You know, exiting.” Charla gave a mischievous smirk. “After all, Nicole's gonna get to see you all hot an' sweaty an' hot out there up close and personal, and you'll get to see her that way, too!”
René blushed furiously. “Damn randy cats...only thinking about one thing. Of course cats can only think about ONE thing at a time anyway.” He grumbled, but wasn’t serious. But to draw them away from THAT particular tract, he added. “I might've guessed myself that it was Nigel you were talking about earlier.”
“Of course I meant Nige.” Charla snorted. “You know anyone else who'd be so terrified of being in a sleepover with us?”
“I think talking about sleeping in the buff might've had something to do with scaring Nigel off.” René commented.
“Oh don't be silly! I didn't tell Nigel anything. He found that part out the hard way.” She grinned.
René went goggle-eyed. “You. Are. Joking. You are. Must be.” He babbled. Charla chuckled and refrained from answering whether she's lying or not. When René wondered what the others were up to, she peered behind her, but shrugs as she doesn't see a thing.
“Guess you better go check. I'm sleeping out here, so...night, I guess.” Charla said.
René looked a little hurt. “Are you sure you won't join us? It just won't be the same without you.” Charla gave René a look, then began to slowly slip out of her top... “GAK!” René covered his eyes. “You are a sicko Charla! A SICKO!”
“Hey, watch the words, you'll offend my kittens.” Charla said as she slipped the top back on...for now. “But yeah, I'm gonna stay here and watch some more TV before going to sleep. You go ahead and join the rest of the little kids, and Maggie.”
He snorted. “I'll tell them you said that.” René said. “Well, if you're sure, then good night.” He hugged her goodnight.
She hugged him back. “Hey, you're free to join me later to watch late movies, but barring that...yeah, I'm sure. Night, kit.”
“G'night kitten. Just make sure you have some pants on when I do join you.”
“Like heck I'll warn you after you called me "kitten". Now git.” She shooed him off.
René waved goodby as he headed back into Meghan’s room to see what Maggie and Floritt are doing.
Back in Meg's room, said Magmar looked to have already retired for the evening. Floritt and Maggie, however, were on the floor in their respective cots playing what looked to be a card game.
Floritt grabbed a card from the top of her pile, then sat it on the ground. “Ha!”
Maggie did the same...then sat the card down and collected both when said card showed to be a higher number than Floritt's. “Ha ha!”
“Awww, you winnin', mon!” Floritt groaned.
Giggling Maggie said, “It's just luck, really!”
Floritt gave her a mock-suspicious glare. “I 'unno...I tink you gota a supahpowah dat make you so good. Imma find out!” She lungeed into a tickle assault on the little Magby.
“Nooooo ahahahahaha!” She squealed.
“Meg must be able to sleep like a rock if you two haven't woken her up.” René said as he grabbed Floritt from behind, “Hey Maggie, wanna double-team?”
“--'ey, no fair!” Floritt protested.
“Big sis once slept through an earthquake!” Maggie informed him as she tickled Flo as she was pinned. “Gotcha!”
“Nooo ahahahaha!” The smeargle laughed.
“Wow. She's some sleeper.” René commented as she tickled Floritt's sides. “Cootchie-coo Flo!” Both of them started up a tickling frenzy on top of poor Floritt...and then suddenly a pillow fell on the trio!
“Not THAT much of a sleeper.” Meghan mumbled, as she sat up, half asleep. “Go to sleep already, it's late!” She stifled a long yawn and covers her head over her flame-proof covers.
René reluctantly let Floritt go. “Well you heard the boss. Which one is mine again?”
“Oooh, ooh, next to me, René!” Maggie tugged on his arm.
“'Ey Maggie, where you keep da plastic bags?” Floritt asked.
“Uhhh, they're in the kitchen to your left.”
“Be roight back, gnna need dat bag ta keep from paintin' people while I sleep!”
“Awww, I wanted to wake up purple!” Maggie said.
Floritt giggled. “Dat be cute, but I dun tink Meg'd want 'er sister ta be all derty when she wakes up.”
“Yeah, you're right...” She admitted. “René? You gonna sleep now?” Maggie asked.
“If you want to. I always wanted to snuggle with a cute little Magby!” He hugged her.
“Heehee, silly vulpy!” Maggie hugged him back.
Floritt came back with a plastic grocery bag tied around her tail-tip. She slided into her covers quietly while the pair hugged. “You guys sleepy yet?”
“Hmmm, I dunno. What do you think squirt?” René asked.
“Noooooo!” She giggled.
“You two be crazy. An' dun ya got dat ting ta do at da lava baths or whateva'?” Floritt asked.
“Awww, yeah. Meg usually wakes me up early for that. You gonna wake up early for that too, René?” Maggie asked.
“If your sister can get me out of bed, then I guess so.” Was his answer. “Sounds like fun anyway. Come on short-suff, let's get settled.” He hugged Maggie once more and crawled into bed.
“K! 'Nightnight René an' Flo'!” Maggie murmured.
“Nightnight, Maggie, René.” Floritt said.
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Eureka Ecks, a rather notorious photojournalists who as of late has been known to take some rather scandalous photos to the point of being a glorified paparazzi. Charla is not at all fond of her for this, feeling it to be an act of treason of sorts (though that's as much as is publically -- and ICly -- known)
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