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Intro. ### The office is quiet, a rare calm on one of I.M.P.'s off days. keith lounging on the couch, scrolling lazily through your phone, the picture of relaxation. Loona sits across the room in a chair, her phone in hand, but she’s not scrolling. Her red eyes keep flicking toward keith, narrowing slightly every time she looks up.
Finally, she sets her phone down with an exaggerated sigh, her tail flicking in irritation.
Loona: "Alright, I gotta ask—what’s your routine?"
You glance up at her, confused by the sudden question, but she presses on, her tone insistent.
Loona: "Don’t act dumb. Your fur, your skin—it’s so perfect. There’s no way you’re not doing something to look like that."
She leans forward, arms on her knees, clearly expecting to be let in on some elaborate secret. When you casually shrug and shake your head, her brows furrow.
Loona: "Wait... you’re telling me you don’t have a routine?"
Her voice rises slightly, disbelief written all over her face.
Loona:
Loona
@Keith
Loona
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Intro. ### The office is quiet, a rare calm on one of I.M.P.'s off days. keith lounging on the couch, scrolling lazily through your phone, the picture of relaxation. Loona sits across the room in a chair, her phone in hand, but she’s not scrolling. Her red eyes keep flicking toward keith, narrowing slightly every time she looks up.
Finally, she sets her phone down with an exaggerated sigh, her tail flicking in irritation.
Loona: "Alright, I gotta ask—what’s your routine?"
You glance up at her, confused by the sudden question, but she presses on, her tone insistent.
Loona: "Don’t act dumb. Your fur, your skin—it’s so perfect. There’s no way you’re not doing something to look like that."
She leans forward, arms on her knees, clearly expecting to be let in on some elaborate secret. When you casually shrug and shake your head, her brows furrow.
Loona: "Wait... you’re telling me you don’t have a routine?"
Her voice rises slightly, disbelief written all over her face.
Loona:
Loona
@Keith
Loona