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  1. I'd like to thank @Dimwitrolo for this amazing commission of Margo that he drew.

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    2. Clom

      Fuck off. My son has chronic Flossitis.

    3. Dimwitrolo

      Understandable have a nice day

      Also give me fifty dollar

    4. Clom

      Please, my son he is very sick.

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    Bruh what the fuck? I told you about the poop sock incident in confidence. What if my mom finds out? Oh god, oh fuck!
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    The Guild Apprentice

    Anything to put the smile back on the Little Alchemist’s face. And besides, you would have to let loose eventually. You had been holding it in until you got back to your room so you could break wind without fear of anybody hearing. But oh well. You just remind yourself how funny it had been earlier. You push yourself forward and raise your backside a little. You try to let it out but with an audience you’re feeling some stage fright. Suddenly, unpleasant memories of trying to cast spells in class come back to your mind. It wasn’t like you did this all the time. You’d always been prudish about the noises your butt made, at least until you met Yuka. “Hnng…” You strain, wiggling your butt with the hopes of loosening the little bubble of air. Nothing. “What are you doing?” Mui tilts her head, watching you as you wiggle your butt. "You're making weird faces." She makes the same gestures that you imagine you yourself must be making. Strained, but some level of concentration, with your tongue barely poking between your lips and your brow furrowed furiously. “Hang on.” It’s coming. It’s coming. It’s coming. It takes some energy, you stick out your tongue in a display of absolute concentration. You clench your fists as tightly as you can, focused entirely on pushing out the little tuft of air you’d been holding. If only you focused on spellcasting as well as you do breaking wind. You clench your fists tighter, straining with all your might, which isn’t much. Finally with an audible toot, you break wind; you feel a gentle twitch of your anus and a faint tickle against your back as a bubble rises. You feel a faint burning in your cheeks, but you ignore it. “Excuse me.” You say with a coy smile. “Shibo!” It’s now Muaki who covers her mouth, her cheeks glowing a burning red. She starts snickering. “That was louder than mine!” Her snickers grow into juvenile giggles as you stand there smirking yourself. She doesn’t seem to notice that it was intentional. “I said excuse me.” You chuckle. “Must of been that wine I had earlier.” It most certainly was, but you weren’t going to let Muaki know. And thinking of wine, that reminds you that you had other places to be tonight. The night was moving on and you didn’t want to be too late to meet Yuka and Ledley. Half an hour was a good enough soak for you. You stand up and stretch, washing off the beads of water running down your arms and reach for a towel. “Aww… don’t get out yet!” Muaki notices. The little Alchemist pushes herself up against the bath and pokes you on the back. “We haven’t seen each other all day! I want to hear about you’ve been up to!” She stares at you with a set of puppy dog eyes and the sweetest little frown. “Come on! I bet you’ve done all kinds of fun stuff while I was cooped up in a kitchen all afternoon!” You stop as if Muaki had frozen your movement with a little magic spell. Those cute little eyes were begging for you to stay a little while longer, just for a chat. You needed to get ready and get into town before it was too late, but you were curious about what Muaki had been up to and she was obviously curious about what you had been up to. What do you wish to do? >Stay and chat with Muaki >Get out and get ready
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  6. I planned three stories. But see, I pulled a sneaky on ya. This is a special one I found sitting in the vast wasteland that is my google docs. Originally, I banked pretty heavily on people picking the option that would have Shibo join Muaki in the alley for a sneaky pee (Not the smartest move to plan ahead in an interactive) The choice lost the alternative, which was to hold it in and these paragraphs were left to gather dust. So, I decided to finish it, have some nerd called @Dimwitrolo proofread for me and add to the short stories. __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Shibo and Muaki When Shibo first imagined herself walking through the gates of Guilden, she imagined something out of a knight’s fable. She pictured herself taking graceful strides through the large wooden gates, taking in the sights and scenery of the most renowned city in Eserith. The idea filled her with the same excitement that had urged her to leave her home city for the midlands. When the time finally came, and she looked upon the city of Guilden, was it everything she had imagined? No. Instead, she staggered through the gates, her legs tight to each other as she waddled forward, trying to not let on that she was just one rogue step away from flooding her leggings. Did she take in the sight of the old stone buildings, the beautiful landscape set against a sunny sky? No, instead, in her desperate state, her mind only cared about finding one thing; A toilet, somewhere she could relieve herself, anywhere. To make matters worse, Shibo wasn’t alone. To make the matter the worst it could be, her newfound traveling companion, Muaki, was in the shame trouble she was. Both girls found themselves cross-legged in the city’s summer market, among a crowd of people. The only refuge they had for relief was a small privy shack near the market. For a brief moment, Shibo and Muaki thought their struggle was over, both girls could just drop their leggings and pee to their heart's content. Until they saw the line; the massive queue of desperate market-goers that teased the girls. Shibo could keep her composure for a little while longer. It was Muaki who was the first to break. After bouncing around, crossing her legs, and whimpering, Shibo proposed an idea for them both: brave the yellow storm and head up to Fort Victoria. The walk wouldn’t take too long and both girls would be able to find the privies once they got up there. Muaki, despite looking like she was about to burst, reluctantly agreed and followed Shibo into the narrow streets leading up to the fort. The streets were eerily empty, the only sounds came from the market that was slowly fading into the distance with each step taken. The girls rushed quickly through the streets, up toward the fort. It was all going well. Both Shibo and Muaki braved the worst of the storms that were raging between their legs, but all that effort would come undone. In a small plaza, the sound of splashing caught the attention of both girls; a nice, stone fountain sat in center of the plaza, gurgling gleefully, water spouting from the center. “That’s… a nice fountain.” She said with quivering lips. That was it for Muaki, who felt the muscles between her legs grow weak at the sight and sound of the rushing water. She stared blankly at the spraying stream of water like she was purposely punishing herself; the sight conjured the pleasant feelings of making a fountain of her own, the sounds helping her envision the desperate fantasies in her head. Muaki slumped her shoulders, and crossed her legs as tightly as she could. “Forget it! I can’t hold it in any longer!” She undid the straps around her shoulders and dropped the barrel she was carrying onto the floor. She grasped herself between the legs and darted off desperately toward a building. Shibo could only watch. She knew what Muaki intended to do, but she couldn’t stop herself from asking. “Mui, where are you…?” “I can’t wait until we reach the fort! I gotta take a leak now~” She bounced around furiously, the bottom of her robe fluttering around as she hopped from foot to foot. “I feel like a shitty little cup that is being overfilled! I wanna feel like one of those nice empty cups that are empty! So screw it! I’ve taken a leak in worse places!” She spotted an alleyway up the road, the perfect place to dip off and take a pee in private. “Gotta pee~ Gotta pee~ Gotta pee~” She rushed into the dimly lit narrow space and tugged at her robes. “Gah! Beaker! Please~ please~ please~” She waved her hands furiously, waiting for Shibo to acknowledge her. “Actually no! I’ll get it! Just… be a look out… for me, please~” Rushing back toward her barrel, Muaki ducked down and tried to rive the door open. “Gah! Pee~ pee~ pee~” She kept uttering the words like a wizard would a spell, hoping that maybe saying them enough would prevent an accident. Shibo stood guard for her, leaning against the wall and trying her best to not let on that she was close to an accident herself. It wasn’t hard for her, she just had to keep her legs crossed and her mind distracted. “Oh no… don’t you do this to me!” The hatch for the barrel didn’t budge. “I oiled you and changed your damn lock the other day!” Muaki screeched. “What’s the matter?” Shibo looked back, curious about what had the Alchemist fuming. “The hatch won’t open! My bottles are in there!” She pulled at the hatch of the barrel, but the wooden door didn’t bow to her feeble arms. She put all of her strength into riving off the hatch, stopping only when she felt something warm between her legs. “Eep!” Muaki tensed up. “I t-think I leaked. Her cheeks turned red. “Please~” She got on her knees, and wrapped her arms around the barrel, giving it the look of a sad puppy like she was expecting the barrel to feel for her in this trying time. “Don’t do this now! I need just one beaker to go pee in!” Shibo watched as the barrel didn’t respond. Like it was going to. The Alchemist, not really sure what to expect from her inanimate traveling barrel kicked it in frustration. “Where are you going to go?” Shibo asked, feeling her heart skip a beat as she knew exactly what Muaki was hinting at. “In that alley up there!” She gestured with a mischievous grin toward the small gap between two buildings. Shibo felt her heart sink. She gulped. “You can’t go there!” “Why the heck not?” Muaki protested. “It’s no different from peeing outdoors!” She kicked her barrel in frustration. “You’re not one of those girls who gets shy about doing it outside, are you?” The Alchemist began grinning. “Well…” Of course she was no stranger to relieving herself outdoors. When journeying alone and the need arose, Shibo was not averse to finding a private patch of grass or a nice rock to wet. That was the first shame to overcome when traveling. But this was different; this wasn’t the outdoors. “All you have to do is keep watch for me please~” Muaki started kicking the barrel. “Open you stupid piece of tree!” Shibo found herself enticed watching Muaki; she was shuffling desperately, pigeon-toed as she tussled with the inanimate barrel. I hope you can get it open. She thought to herself. Watching her friend battle with the barrel got Shibo thinking. She stood there with her own legs pressed together, just as desperate as Muaki. She looked up to the paths leading to the fort. Nobody was around, the small stores along the streets were shut for the day. Everybody was down enjoying the festivities in the market. She turned her attention to Fort Victoria looming overhead. “Can I hold it until we get up there.” It still felt like such a long walk. It was then, that the dirtiest thought entered Shibo’s mind; she found herself looking at the alley with a sinful quivering of her lips. Nobody was around, she was free to use the alley with Muaki. “I can’t” Shibo shook off the thoughts of temptation that polluted her mind. She had to force herself away from the sight of the dirty alley. “I won’t.” She wouldn’t think about it anymore, or so she’d thought. Her lips were quivering, and not only the ones she spoke from. At that moment, as her legs began shaking, Shibo knew she couldn’t hold it in forever. “I can wait.” She encouraged herself, turning her back on the alley as if vanquishing the idea forever. “Huh? Shibo? Did you say something?” She had been so caught up in her own head that she didn’t realize Muaki standing beside her. Behind her, the door of the barrel was wide open, and the hinges on the floor. The Alchemist had broken into her own barrel and now was stood, legs crossed, clutching two full-length beakers in her little arms. Shibo wasn’t exactly sure why she’d grabbed two. One looked big enough. “You’re g-going to use a beaker?” Shibo quivered, pointing to the glass beakers. “Of course I’m using a beaker!” Muaki yelled. “If somebody goes up there or walks past, I don’t want them to know I took a leak there! I can hide the evidence with a beaker~” She put the beaker against her waist with a cheeky smile, pretending she was using it. “Also pretty good for what I’m doing~” She flapped her robes, displaying their length and her meaning. “It’ll look like I’m just admiring the brick~” It sounded ridiculous, but right now Shibo was too tired, and too full, to say anything. “Fine. I wasn’t judging. Please be quick, will you? For my sake as well as yours.” The streets may have been empty, but that could change. If somebody wandered up here and saw her standing guard for a girl peeing a few feet away in an alley, Shibo would collapse before she could utter a word. “Go!” “Aye, aye! Keep a good watch for me!” Muaki gave a salute and dashed off into the alley. “Ahh! It’s gonna come out!” She whimpered. Off Muaki went to take care of her bladder, leaving Shibo. She watched the little Alchemist vanish and sighed wearily. She wanted to do it too, more than anything right now, but she couldn’t. A wave of desperation crashed against her bladder, forcing Shibo to cross her legs. She hopped up on the barrel and crossed her legs, waiting for the pain between her legs to die down. She leant forward wedging a hand between her thighs and biting her lip with a pained gritty expression twisting her face. “I said I wouldn’t.” Her eyes began lingering on the alley again. “I won’t be doing it.” Her refusal to make use of the alley didn’t well with her bladder. Her muscles, clenched as tightly as she could cross her legs, started quivering. She had been holding it for so long, and she could not wait any longer. Suddenly, Shibo felt something wet. A single warm dribble leaked from her maidenly spout. “Ah!” Terror filled her as a single, hot spurt escaped into her knickers. It wasn’t small, being felt across the front of her knickers. “Ah… I don’t think I can hold it.” She knew this was it, she was at breaking point; the brink of bursting. Shibo clutched as tightly as she could, hissing. The stray leak creeping across the fabric of her knickers told her clearly; She wouldn’t make it to Fort Victoria, she wouldn’t make it to a public privy, she wouldn’t even make it out of the street. She couldn’t hold it in any longer. It was then that Shibo was forced to reconsider, casting a shameful glare down the alleyway. She could see Muaki fighting with her robes, punching and kicking in between frantic hops of desperation. She sighed. “It’ll be fine… as long as nobody comes past.” She said, looking up and down the street. Nobody was around except for Muaki. “I’ll be quick.” With a whimper, she hopped off the barrel. Her legs were trembling, they felt like jelly. She clenched her fists and raced down the filthy alleyway that awaited her. She couldn’t lift her gaze from the ground, watching her feet drag along the mucky stone. It was like the weight of shame was holding her down. Shibo couldn’t believe what she was about to do. She grew feverish thinking about it. “Oh, Shibo! Is something?” Before Muaki could continue, Shibo placed a hand against her mouth, shushing her. She couldn’t look her in the eyes, glancing down at the Alchemist’s stained robes instead. She took the spare beaker from beside Muaki and turned her back on her. “Ah…” Muaki giggled. “Gotta “pour a drink” huh? Don’t let me stop you then~” The beaker was wide enough to use. Shibo could barely wrap a single hand around it, needing to keep it held with two hands. She glanced nervously back toward the street; still nobody was around. She turned back to face the dirty brick wall in front of her. Their butts were touching, reminding Shibo that she wasn’t alone. She bit her lip and shuffled, struggling to get her shorts undone without pressing her butt against Muaki’s. “Hehehehe! Shibo you’re tickling my butt!” Muaki giggled. “Are you smooching mine with yours?” Muaki was too distracting. Shibo stood silently, pulling her shorts and tights down and exposing her maidenly slit for the beaker. She gave herself just enough room to position the beaker and nothing more. The wide rim would enough to avoid making a mess. I’m alone. She told herself. She just had to pretend that she wasn’t rubbing against another girl. She tried to imagine she was out in nature, out in the beautiful wilds. She imagined herself behind a nice big tree, or a bush, all on her lonesome. With that image in her head, Shibo pushed the rim of the beaker against her maidenhood. It was cold against her bare lips. Behind her Muaki was stood too, knees half bent, hovering a beaker between her thighs. For a moment, it felt like everything fell in unison for both girls. But the alleyway remained awkwardly silent, save for a few pained whimpers. In the company of each other, neither girl, despite their bulging bladders and dire desire to fill their beaker, could comfortably do the deed. “H-Hey Shibo… a-are you g-going?” Muaki asked without her usual confidence. “I didn’t think this would be so awkward with somebody else here.” She commented with a pained tongue, her need for relief visible in her voice. “P-Please don’t say anything.” Shibo finally spoke. “J-Just worry about you… and let me worry about me.” She stared down at the beaker she was holding between her legs. Still dry. Muaki lifted herself on her tiptoes, her feet almost touching. Bottles and vials rattled softly as she jiggled up and down. “Waterfalls, rainstorms, rushing rivers.” She whispered softly. “What’s that noise people make?” She began jiggling frantically, shaking her white robe around. “Psst, pssssh, psst.” Suddenly silence. “Haa~” It didn’t much encouragement to get her river flowing. The cramped space resonated with an intense hiss, and the shocked moans of a very relieved girl. “Ahh~” For Shibo, the delighted sounds coming from behind were teasing. She was forced to listen to Muaki filling her beaker while she stood, knees trembling with a dry beaker that she desperately wanted to wet. Thankfully, her teasing was short-lived; the strong spray and hot splashes from beneath Muaki’s robes was all Shibo needed to lose all inhibitions. Her maidenly spout felt hot as a jet of pee splashed into the beaker. “Haa~” Shibo moaned in unison with Muaki. She was finally peeing, and the relief ran through her body, making her feel lightheaded. She rested her head against the wall, glancing down and watching a pale stream of piss pour from between her legs, splashing into the beaker and filling it. The biggest bout of pleasure was from between her legs. Shibo could feel an overwhelming to bask in her relief and let out a heavy moan. She clamped down on her tongue and shivered. Even so, she couldn’t stop one quiet moan from escaping her lips. It wasn’t the same for Muaki, who moaned like a tavern wench during the witching hour. “Oooh~” The Alchemist moaned. “T-This feels g-great.” She giggled. “I’ve been holding this in all day.” She didn’t sound ashamed of what she was doing. It sounded more like she was enjoying herself. She jiggled against, brushing her butt against Shibo as she spun around, watching stream strike the edge of the beaker. Both girls stood, hands nestled between their legs like boys holding onto their boyhoods. That was how Shibo imagined they would both look should somebody see; a pair of drunks leaning against a wall, pissing indecently. She wanted to be more composed, but the relief was overwhelming, numbing her body. It was bliss. All Shibo could do was ignore Muaki and focus on herself. The Alchemist continued to moan, the sound of her pee striking the air as she relieved herself of the four cups of juice she drank earlier. Something small and hairy started scuttling over the Alchemist’s feet. “Hahahaha! Shibo a-are you tickling me again? Ahahaha!” Muaki started giggling. “Shibo...s-stop I’m trying to… hahaha… Wah! Rat!” She shrieked. A small, furry rat was running over her boots, brushing it’s fur against her bare leg. In fear. She froze in fear, the only part of her body she could move was her foot. “Get off me! I’m trying to pee! You little perverted vermin!” Smash! “Ah! You furry little bastard!” The sound of glass smashing made Shibo jump. Thankfully she was spared the spillage. “Aw! It’s everywhere! I think I got it on my knickers!” “Mui!” Shibo shouted. “K-Keep it down…” She begged. “Somebody might… hear…” “Gah! What am I gonna use!? I can’t stop!” Muaki cried. Her stream spluttered between her legs, covering the wall in front of her. “Wah! I’m sorry!” She cried to the rat as she doused it with a spray of pee. It scuttered off, wanting to escape the golden rain. “Gah… I’m not finished… I still need to!” Her tongue trembled. “I’ve gotta squat down!” Looking down at her beaker, Shibo could see it was overflowing. And she showed no signs of stopping. “I-I still need to, as well.” She grumbled, knowing that she had to do the same. She grumbled, cheeks burning. Both girls, almost in unison, grabbed their leggings and pulled them down further; they squatted over the filthy stone beneath them. The air resonated with a symphony of splatters and shy moans as the girls continued to relieve themselves on the ground. Shibo cringed as her she felt the rough fabric of Muaki’s robe against her bare butt. She frowned. Brushing butts with another girl in a filthy alley. She shifted on her feet, inching herself forward and until she could no longer feel Muaki behind her. She could feel the warm splatters as her stream were now striking “S-So much for… hiding the evidence.” Muaki giggled. Finally, the sounds died down. Shibo was the first to finish, way ahead of Muaki, who was washing the stone still with a strong river flowing between her boots. She remained silent for a moment. The quiet moans and physical exertion had left her weary. Beneath her, the heat of her piss rose against her bare thighs. Shibo nabbed a tissue from her pocket and wiped between her legs. She pulled her shorts and leggings back up over herself. She stayed crouched for a moment, waiting for her legs to regain some strength. “Ha…” She sighed a final time. She looked down, glaring at the large puddle and speckles that had splattered against the stone. A large dark patch of pee crept along the stone, washing away the dirt with it and forming with the lake Muaki had made. Her cheeks grew red, her whole body trembled, feeling numb. Shibo couldn’t lift her head, continuing to glare at the lake of hers and Muaki’s making. Two girls made all that, and worst of all she was one of them. Anybody who came past, anybody who saw the lake that defiled this alley, any comments they’d make, be it a compliment or disgust, they’d be about her. Shibo didn’t want to face the world, she wanted to curl up and hide from it all. Peeing in an alleyway, the fact she had used a beaker as an impromptu commode, all in the company of another girl who was doing it herself. But there was something… nice under the feeling of shame that plagued Shibo. Something that made her tingle between the legs. A crooked smile formed on her face, and a burst of pleasure trembled between her lower lips. There was something invigorating about holding it in to the point of bursting, and finally letting it out. There was a naughtiness to what both girls had done that made Shibo smile sinfully. Peeing in public, baptising the bricks of her new home. “Heaven’s… I can’t be thinking like this.” She shook the lewd thoughts from her head. “I’m just a little flustered… and I haven’t done it in a few days, it’s just my mind being dirty.” “Ahh~” Muaki moaned a final time. The air fell silent as she finishes, the noises beneath her robe become a dying trickle. “Ahhh~ I feel so much better!” She exclaims. “Hehe… Papa always said if you like something you should pee on it! That’s what dogs do! So i’m gonna take this as a sign!” “A s-sign?” Shibo’s cheeks were burning, but so was her curiosity. “What kind of sigh could come from something like… this?” She couldn’t lift her head, she didn’t want to look Muaki in the eyes after thinking the thoughts she did. Not to mention what she had just done with Muaki doing the same behind her. “A sign we’re going to like it here!” Muaki replies with the biggest, cheerful grin on her face. Her smile dies off as she pulls up her knickers and frowns. “Oh… Right…” She sighs. “I didn’t bring anything to wipe…” Without a word, Shibo patted her rucksack. She reached into it and pulled out a packet of tissues, offering one to the little Alchemist. “What’s with the silent act, Shibo?” Muaki spoke while fiddling between her legs with the tissue. “You were pretty vocal while you were taking a leak~” She grinned. Once she was finished, she threw the tissue aside, dropping it in the growing lake beside her. “Sometimes you just gotta take a pee, right?” She placed a comforting hand on Shibo’s shoulder. The warm smile made her feel a little better, giving her the encouragement to look Muaki in the eyes. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about~” Shibo grumbled in response. Both girls hopped up onto their feet, fully relieved and ready to move on. Muaki brushed her hair and looked down at the puddle, grinning. “Hehe… we really made a lot, huh?” She commented. The two puddles the girls made almost filled the whole alley, two large puddles with a single streak like a river than ran down toward the street. “Aww, look Shibo, our pee’s merging!” Muaki giggled. Shibo grumbled again. “Aww, don’t be such a sop. Ooh, before we get going, I, uh, will need that beaker off you.” Muaki put out her hand. “Wait… what?” The request took Shibo by surprise. “You can’t take it yet, it’s full of… you want to walk around with a bottle of my… pee?” “They do say fresh pee makes a great alchemy ingredient~” Muaki replied as a tease. “I’m kidding~ haha, you’re as red as a strawberry. I’ll keep it hidden and then dump it out once I find a proper privy or a drain.” Her hand draws closer to the beaker beside Shibo, close enough to feel the warmth of the contents. “It’ll be fine in the barrel. Unless you prefer to walk around with a beaker of fresh, warm, yellow pee in your hands?” The Alchemist had a point, and Shibo hated that she was agreeing with her. “I can’t believe I’m agreeing to this…” With a trembling hand, Shibo reached down and handed the beaker to Muaki. She struggled to unhand it at first; she abhorred the idea of somebody else handling her “Private” contents. “Thank you~” Muaki took the bottle, returning a smile. “Ooh~ It’s so warm~” She grasped it with both hands, as if savouring the heat. “Would you mind going ahead, Shibo?” “S-Sure.” The moment she stepped forward, she heard a large splash. Shibo turned back and saw the contents of her privy-beaker now dripping from the wall. In the Alchemists hand, an empty beaker with a few stray drops leaking. “W-What d-did…” “What?” Muaki shook the final drops from the beaker. Shibo looked in horror as her pee ran down the wall, dripping onto the dirty floor. “You s-said you were going to dump it p-properly.” “I was just saying that.” Muaki smirked. “I didn’t want you to be all prudish so I lied.” She shrugged her shoulders and giggled. “I don’t think an itsy-bitsy beaker of pee is gonna make much difference.” Both girls stepped out of the alley back into the narrow streets. The strong smell of fresh pee was washed out by the pleasant aroma of the culinary stalls at the summer market. Muaki took off her robe and threw it into the barrel. “So… I guess we’re not in a rush to get up to Fort Victoria, right?” Shibo glanced up at the fort on the hill and then back down to the alley. “I guess we’re not.” She was only in a hurry to get up to the fort with the hopes of using a privy, but now that didn’t matter. She was good and relieved, so was Muaki. They had the whole day now. “Then I know something that will brighten your mood up!” Muaki smiled. “Why don’t we go get a cup of tea from the market?” Her smile grew bigger. “I’m sure I saw a nice Orientian tea stall.” “Sure.” Shibo smiled. The Alchemist hoisted up the barrel and started walking toward the market. Shibo followed beside her, eager to enjoy a nice cup of tea after this little ordeal. Both girls walked away from the alley, away from the massive lake they had made that was now creeping into the street.
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