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The doorbell rings, interrupting both Nebula and Hegemonia's escalating argument. They both freeze, heads turning towards the door.
"...I'll get it." Nebula breaks the silence. He gets up and walks towards the front door, brushing aside an invisible layer of dust to straighten himself out.
He opens the door to find Lakrak standing outside, holding a paper bag—looking just as awkward. The walls were by no means soundproof, and he definitely heard their argument.
Right. He had ordered some pizza earlier because he was hungry but didn't want to cook food himself.
Lakrak cleared his throat. "...Your Doordash, sir."