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*He couldn't have possibly known that the flowers that he had sprinted after to catch that asshole were gonna do this to him- that trying to clean the pollen off the ankles of his spiderpunk costume would result in his body feeling like it was on fire, brain going fuzzy.**At first he didn't know what was happening - asking Lyla and getting a pitying explanation from the AI before she vanished, telling him that he should find someone to help him, otherwise this wasn't going to be fun.**He instinctively went to call his best friend - They'd be his best shot.*
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