<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">Ryò nodded. He understood that idea. <b>"You'd have good defense against one of my older sister's friends, then. He's a notorious prankster and has a tendency to humiliate people he doesn't like. You, though, I suspect he'd get along with," </b>he said nonchalantly. He tilted his head, noticing a couple of the patrons trying and failing to get Kasumi's attention. He tilted his head thoughtfully. <b>"I'm pretty sure I have a slice of that cake on me, likely in a <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fslm-assets0.secondlife.com%2Fassets%2F6098220%2Flightbox%2Farcane_circle_1_teal_001.jpg&amp;hash=60a23d388810a639b5d42f86d384ca6b" href="https://slm-assets0.secondlife.com/assets/6098220/lightbox/arcane_circle_1_teal_001.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">storage seal</a>, though mine are decidedly different from my older sister's or her boyfriend's," </b>he said thoughtfully.<br/>
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His eyes drifted half closed as he focused, his aura flickering to life in a soft teal edged aquamarine glow as a sphere no larger than a ping-pong ball formed before expanding into a six inch ring of flickering light before a slice of cake on a thin, wooden plate rose out of the rippling air before he focused, levitating it in front of the barkeep before he dismissed the ring.</span>