"Of course!" Her eyes welled with sympathy. "We've all had it!" She
gave her a quick side-hug. "But you'll feel better tomorrow! And if
you don't, then I'll help you feel better!"
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The maid who'd sent her to the quarters initially was sweeping. As
Genya approached, her eyes flicked up. Green. And not the watered
down kind. The bright kind, like cabbage leaves.
She gave Genya a nod of greeting. "Check your assignment when
you're done," she said, meeting Genya's gaze. And then it dropped
and she resumed her own task.
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A boy, maybe 19 at the oldest, scrambled back several steps,
stuttering apologies. "I'm so sorry! I tripped, I didn't realize
who you were, I-" He continued babbling. His hair was a bright
orange, cast in waves over his rather goofy, freckled face. His
gangly limbs and slightly hunched back gave him a tall, but rather
awkward appearance. "I understand if you report me! Totally! I'd do
the same if someone nearly assassinated me with gardening tools!"
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"Oh!" He clapped his hands together. "Righto! Gotcha! Clean shed."
He chuckled a bit. "You're that new maid, right? Gretle,
Gremlin..." He looked at her innocently for several seconds, then
burst out laughing. "I'm kidding, Gen-Gen~ I know your name."
to be aesthetic or not to be aesthetic
that is not a question because I am not aesthetic at all and nor is
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