"Don't call me Red, girlie girl." Retorted the man whose hair was as red as red could be without falling off into a different wavelength. "Seems reasonable, but that doesn't explain the fact why I couldn't stop staring at one of your icons earlier. When did you grow up, and start looking pretty, huh?" He stuck out his tongue in a very mature fashion, and held out her coffee. "Go pick out a table, Pelekai."
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