<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Girl’s Night</span></div><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/fgm5IMb.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Mallory Minato<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>June 20th, 2019, 7PM<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Women’s Communal Bathroom<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Nerissa<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong>No longer relaxing!<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Barely Clothed<br/>(https://i.imgur.com/m2GyoPu.png)<hr/><br/>“Give and take?”  Mallory had never really thought about that sort of mindset, because to her, in a way, it felt selfish. She was supposed to give her all to SOPHE, because they had helped her recover, have her a new home. Kevin was able to be here with her because of them as well, so shouldn’t she simply do what they asked of her? Was she allowed to do things she wanted to? Her mind couldn’t help but think back in her late Aunt Hanna, and remembering the way she had raised her, treated her.<br/><br/>Surely there was something there that caused her to feel this way.<br/><br/>“No, I guess I haven’t really thought about it that way.”  Mallory looked back at Nerissa, watching her wade around in the warm water, curiously eyeing her before she moved closer, nice more. This girl really like to get in peoples personal space, didn't she?  “H-hey...”  Mallory trailed off again when Nerissa moved towards her, only this time moving to prop herself against Mallory's legs, arms resting along her knees so that she could lay her chin on her arms, and in a sense, Mallory’s lap.<br/><br/>Too... too close.<br/><br/>“Against the law?”  What kind of girl did Nerissa think she was? There was no way she could do anything like that, most certainly because her Aunt would hav killed her if the police had come to the house looking for her niece. Mallory frowned lightly at the thought of her Aunt, before turning back to the Fox demon that was all too close to her.<br/><br/>“No, I haven’t had the pleasure. I’m quite the boring girl, unfortunately for you.”  Those same words seemed to echo in her head for a few short moments, harking back to her childhood, up until her older years. Always in passing, always on what assumes to be Norma, or pleasant conversation; boring girl. The sheer echo of her Hanna’s voice seemed to repeat on end, even after she met such a tragic fate.