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[center][color=Aquamarine]Stupid fucking parents, stupid fucking mystery investigator, stupid fucking... [i]Rei?![/i][/color]
[color=888888]-Nyxia Torrentia, Neon Tempest of the Ultraviolet Rainbow[/color][/center]

As Nyxia continued to listen to the conversation between her father and the mysterious visitor, she found herself growing more concerned with each new word spoken. They knew who she’d given the money to and were planning to get it back. Not only that, but it was very likely her father would be taking legal action against the flower shop owner and their family. Everything she had worked for was falling apart, and the worst part was, in hindsight, it almost inevitably [i]would[/i] end this way. After all, her father was stubborn, unrelenting, and had incredibly vast resources. Of [i]course[/i] he would seek answers and ultimately find them, especially when Nyxia, blinded by rage and righteous indignation like she so often was, had simply brute forced her way into the safe and stolen the money without giving the possible repercussions a second thought. She was thinking now, though, her mind racing with possible solutions to this mounting problem. While the Neon Tempest still doubted anything would actually lead them back to [i]her[/i] (even if the mystery man [i]was[/i] claiming the robbery to be an inside job), she was still incredibly concerned for the flower shop owner and the fate of their reconstruction efforts. Everything she had done was intended to help them, and now they seemed to be in an even worse situation than before…

[color=Aquamarine][i]Damn it! Of fucking [b]course[/b] that greedy piece of shit had to go and trace the money! Fuck… Couldn’t he just let them keep it? I mean, he certainly likes their [b]daughter[/b] well enough, shitty bastard…[/i][/color]

A moment later, Nyxia’s embittered ruminations came to a crashing halt when she heard, and then saw, that Rei, of all people, was suddenly standing next to her, having appeared seemingly from out of nowhere, as was often the case with the enigmatic girl. [color=Aquamarine]“Y-You?!”[/color] the Neon Tempest gasped in shocked annoyance, before the greenette’s words finally registered. [color=Aquamarine]“Shit…”[/color] she hissed, her body tensing in preparation of rushing back to her room. [color=Aquamarine]“Yeah…”[/color] Nyxia muttered as she passed the club president, before leaping back onto the roof. [color=Aquamarine]“See ya tonight.”[/color]

[color=Aquamarine][i]Creepy bitch…[/i][/color]