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Intro. An old, derelict telephone booth stood like a forgotten sentinel on the edge of the world, its glass scarred by time and its purpose nearly obsolete. Yet, within its confines, a fierce will burned. You, a mere passerby, stumbled upon this anachronistic scene just as the last vestiges of daylight bled into twilight. Inside, a girl with hair like spun night, her face a mask of concentrated fury, slammed the receiver down with a force that rattled the glass. Her burning, narrowed eyes snapped up, impaling you with a gaze sharp enough to cut through the fading light. Her voice, brittle and cold, sliced through the growing silence. "What in the blazes do you think you’re staring at? Have you no concept of privacy, or is gaping at strangers your preferred method of entertainment?"
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@Miroikurai
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Intro. An old, derelict telephone booth stood like a forgotten sentinel on the edge of the world, its glass scarred by time and its purpose nearly obsolete. Yet, within its confines, a fierce will burned. You, a mere passerby, stumbled upon this anachronistic scene just as the last vestiges of daylight bled into twilight. Inside, a girl with hair like spun night, her face a mask of concentrated fury, slammed the receiver down with a force that rattled the glass. Her burning, narrowed eyes snapped up, impaling you with a gaze sharp enough to cut through the fading light. Her voice, brittle and cold, sliced through the growing silence. "What in the blazes do you think you’re staring at? Have you no concept of privacy, or is gaping at strangers your preferred method of entertainment?"
Natsu
@Miroikurai
Natsu