[The office room is dull, the paintings on the walls eccentric, probably having been purchased from some French painter no one actually cares about. Moving to stand Diva doesn't fully extract herself from Solomon's legs, opting to slide her way up his body instead, turning her embrace into a hug, face first into his middle.]
Hey Solomon...do you like me?
[What a loaded, dangerous question.]
If I could die, would you be sad? People would be sad if my sister died.
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[The office room is dull, the paintings on the walls eccentric, probably having been purchased from some French painter no one actually cares about. Moving to stand Diva doesn't fully extract herself from Solomon's legs, opting to slide her way up his body instead, turning her embrace into a hug, face first into his middle.]
Hey Solomon...do you like me?
[What a loaded, dangerous question.]
If I could die, would you be sad? People would be sad if my sister died.