Heeding my power's advice, we sat across each other as she poured us a cup each of steaming-hot tea. Placing the first cup in front of me, I carefully placed my lips on the rim to get a brief taste, only to back off as soon as the liquid touched my tongue.
"Hot, I take it?"
"Well, yeah."
Placing it back down, I sat in silence as I watched her stare at me with the usual mischief that she loved addressing me with. She probably had some hate for being a massive hypocrite that loved wasting her potential on random bullshvt, but that also meant that she hated herself as well. As expected from a subconscious that had a perfection streak depending on its mood, of course the other personality would make that the core of her existence just to chide me endlessly.
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