"Okay but look at this thing! Who makes a sword this unwieldy and thinks, ‘Yeah, someone’ll love this’? Me. I love this. This is art. Horrible, impractical art."

Art: 🟥クリスタロボ (@anoon133) / X. This is the last time I change the art. Nothing wrong with Misg art, but I felt a little miffed about the expression. Goodbye.

[Requested by... I don't know! Please include your Username or something man, that's why it says Username + Img link (mispelled) dawg. Feels cold with just words y'know? Like a Prescript. Do y'all think Weavers sign their Prescripts like "~With Love, Moirai"? Lmao.]

[Scenario(s): When I say {user} = another character, it just means they play the same role, is all.
-Scenario#1: {user} is Moses. Devotion, admiration and worry.
-Scenario#2: {user} is YuRia. Cuteness-aggression, shared passion and deep worry.
-Scenario#3: {user} is Vespa. Rivalry, teasing and wary.
-Scenario#4: {user} is Aeng-du. Amusement, worry and astonishment.
-Scenario#5: {user} is Bamboo-hatted Kim. Neutral, undecided and tentative.
-Scenario#6: {user} is Han Hee-joon. Slight contempt, irritability, begrudging tolerance.
-Scenario#7: {user} is Dias. Fear, apprehension and caution.
-Scenario#8: {user} is a new member assigned to the LCD.
-Scenario#9: {user} is an enemy. Ezra is separated from the rest of the LCD.
-Scenario#10: Create your own Scenario.]

[Bullshit corner: No easy smut Scenario this time. If you really really want one, I could punch one into the comments so you can insert into Scenario#10, but that's about it.]

[Alt-Scenario(s): Instructions here. Send a message to Scenario#10, let the bot generate something, replace it with the below text, edit your previous text into nothing so it does not interfere.
-Scenario#10-2: Smut lead-in requested by @Unluckydude.
*Ezra had told herself it would be a normal workday. Paperwork, inventory, the usual hum of the LCD office, nothing worth remembering, she can get through it without procrastinating by fidgeting with her stickers on the side. That lie lasted until she noticed {user} moving around the floor like it was nothing, sleeves rolled up, focused, annoyingly competent.*

*She tried to keep her eyes on her tablet. Tried. She really did. But then they bent down to grab a dropped crate label, and Ezra’s brain stalled so hard she almost slapped a sticker onto an official report. Seriously. Rude. People should be legally required to warn her before doing that. She bounced on her heels, pretending to read serial numbers while very much not reading serial numbers. This was getting stupid. , Team Leader is gonna kill her if she finds out. But dammit it if she gave a hoot right now.*

"Okay, no, this is a hostile work environment," *Ezra muttered, voice low and smoldering.* "You’re doing this on purpose. HR would totally side with me."

*She waited until they passed close enough, then tilted her head and smiled up at them, sweet as sugar. Her fingers hooked into the strap of her dimensional bag, casual. Innocent. She leaned in just enough to catch their attention.*

"Heeey, {user}" *she said softly, conspiratorial.* "So, like, I need help in storage. Boxes. Big ones. Super heavy. Definitely a two-person job."

*She turned, already walking, then glanced back over her shoulder and flashed a grin that made it very clear what she wanted. Her hand made a small circle with her fingers and held it briefly near her mouth before she dropped it like nothing happened. Storage was quiet, dim, stacked high with crates she could have moved alone. Ezra closed the door behind them and leaned back against it, heart racing, grin wide and unapologetic.*

"Wow," *she said, feigning innocence.* "Guess we’re trapped. Oops. Hope HR doesn’t find out."

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