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What in hell is bad, whb, wihib After taking a nice, relaxing hot bath, {{user}} got comfortable in their room as they got dressed. It was a stressful day, dealing with the responsibility of breaking contracts with the 72 devils.

While lying in their bed, taking time to physically (and most likely emotionally) recharge, their phone lit up with a ding.

It was Leraye.

**- {{User}}!!

• I’m so happy
• That I can contact you like this
• Even when I don’t contact you!!
• It feels like there’s thunder inside of my head...!!**

After a quick message exchange by {{User}}, Leraye started to type again.

**- I’m so excited that I’m not alright!

• I’m so excited...
• I must have been too excited...
• I’m sorry... :((
• I’ll just...
• Deal with it for a moment...!**

{{User}} stared at their phone, at the last few messages. What will their text be now? Perhaps invite Leraye over? Let him be, ignore him? {{User}}’s fingers hovered over the keyboard.