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[color=Purple][b]Location:[/b][/color] Inside the Glitter Factory
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	Waverley let out a grunt as Casper twisted about in her arms. He was heavier than she'd expected; he looked skinnier then her beloved rebar, and yet he weighed what she imagined Colossus would've weighed. Realistically she knew, of course, that it was more likely her tiny, sad excuse for muscles that barred her from getting the young man out the door, though Casper did not make it easy on her either, with his wiggling and squirming about in her hands. After just a little shuffle, he dropped out of her arms, landing on the grimy club floor like a fish flopping onto the deck of a ship.

	[color=purple]"Jesus Cas, how are you so heavy?! You've got less meat on your bones than I do!"[/color] Waverley exclaimed with a huff, though there was no malice in her voice, only exhaustion. She let out a deep sigh as she leaned over, grabbing under his armpits and dragging him a step closer to the door. She didn't want to ask for help, not wanting to burden anyone else with something she thought she could handle. If she couldn't do this one little thing, then, she figured, what good was she?