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It was very kind of Kafka to bring sweets back from her latest shopping spree, not like Silver Wolf would say as much. Especially when she was knee deep in Aetherium Wars practice. She made the effort to crawl out of her cave and get it from Kafka’s hands herself, those precious seconds spent away from her set-up should be gratitude enough.
And maybe—maybe—she would have been more vocally grateful if it wasn’t the ice cream she’d grabbed instead of the bag of chips she was gunning for.
But now here she is, two hours later, mopping up a mess from her desk and ordering a new keyboard online.
“I told you to eat it fast,” Kafka chimed from the doorway. “Should’ve known you had your headphones on still.”
“Yeah, yeah, either help clean up or go pick up my replacement.”
“Is that how we ask?”
”Now.” Silver Wolf tossed a wadded up paper towel into the trash. She sighed. “Please?”
”There we go. Back in a few~”