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“Wake the fuck up, your majesty.”
Your name is Meenah Peixes, and you absolutely fucking loathe Cronus Ampora.
You slide out of the slime of your recuperacoon, a look of annoyance already plastered across your face. You zero in on Cronus almost immediately, standing idly by your typing apparatus, wearing the same, dumb, ripped pants, white shirt, and leather jacket.
“You shouldn’t scrunch your face like that, doll. It’ll give you wrinkles.”
“I am actually, literally going to krill you, Cronus. No, seriously. You better get a head start because I am going to go clam on your ass. How did you get in here, anyway?”
“What’s important is why I’m here, sweetie. I think we both know you’ve been waxing red for me for a while, and I’m here to let you know that it is actually one-hundred percent alright for you to let those voracious feelings of romance come at me right here, right now. Come on, you know you wa--
Meenah’s 2x3dent had him crashing through a window of her hive before he had a chance to finish.
You don’t know why you even put up with that guy.