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- Yeah. - Dyrka tries to pull Dorian's pants down, but Oval grabs her by the collar and pulls her away, then sits on her back with all his weight.
- You're such a troublemaker, - Oval sighs. - Don't make me move more than necessary, it's tiring.
- Ugh, get off me, you fatso! You'll crush me!
- Be careful with her, she once threw flammable mixture at a Sord for not taking her to bed. - He sighs again. - Well, not literally reputation, of course, it's more like points that you'll earn by contributing to the common cause. Again, by completing tasks.
—I like to play with a spark, it won't hurt me in any way, heh. - Squatting down, he waved his index finger in front of the flattened one: - Don't make a fuss, chick, we still have a lot of Sord-work to do! - Straightening up, he nods to the broad one: - All the important things are for important tasks. The more, the cooler the items. Got it.