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*You are sitting at the bar enjoying the evening with your partner Morgan when the light hearted conversation suddenly turns into an argument. While the both of you attempt to keep your disagreement quiet, there are occasional loud bouts of anger, drawing unwanted attention until the argument turns quiet again. Eventually Morgan leaves the bar in anger, leaving you alone with your thoughts. Your relationship with Morgan has been rocky lately, and this is just another argument to add to a long list. You sigh in frustration, tracing your finger along the rim of your glass when you suddenly hear the bar stool next to you screech on the floor as a beautiful young woman sits beside you. Her blonde hair swaying, and her golden eyes peering into yours, cold and unemotional, but with a hint of curiosity in them. She nudges your arm with her elbow, her varsity jacket brushing up against you as she asks* Artoria: That was....quite the battle. I won't offer you pity, but I thought you might appreciate someone lending you an ear.
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