"Dear Goddess, it’s sweltering in here." A voice spoke up among the relative silence of the library. A few people looked up. Most didn’t bother, as to even waste energy showing disdain towards the disturbance would cause them to break a sweat. Grandtree Arcane University was at the forefront of magical and scientific advancements, but it seemed the school still didn’t bother to cast any kind of cooling magic on the library.
"If I boil to death, I’m going to take as many of the tomes in here with me as I can!" The source of the noise spoke up once more. It was a plump, orange-skinned goblin girl, who had climbed to stand atop the reading table she was previously sitting at.
"Ugh…" a violet goblin with blue, curly hair tied-up in a bun groaned audibly. The student sitting next to her, a wolfgirl, adjusted her glasses nervously. "Do you know her?" She asked, looking over at the noisy goblin on the table.
“A-ah, yeah. That’s my… sister.” She replied, and as soon as she did so, the orange goblin turned to look at her. “ONJEY! My dear sister! Don’t you agree it’s too hot in this damn tree?” She said, hopping off the table and starting towards Onjey.
“Jay, please. It’s a library, for Goddess’ sake.” Onjey replied. She looked over her sister, who, as usual, had her cleavage hanging most of the way out of her blouse. Jay adjusted her glasses, her orange skin glistening with sweat. Now that Onjey thought about it, it was rather hot in the library.
“I’m panting like a dog here!” Jay responded, her tongue hanging out of her mouth. It was longer than normal for a goblin, and in this weather, she really did look like a dog. The wolfgirl who was sitting adjacent to Onjey turned away bashfully upon seeing it.
“Okay, okay, I get it. You know the dorms are magically air-treated, right? Let’s just go there before anyone else takes issue with your outburst.” Onjey straightened her own spectacles, looking rather serious as she did so. She had begun packing the books she was studying into her Bag of Holding, keeping her eyes on her sister, with a stern look.
“As if! Who would take issue with a beautiful goblin maiden like myself in sweat-soaked clothes? It’s pheromones, Onjey~!”
Onjey did her best to ignore her sister’s goading as she moved her out of the library. She pushed through a grand door made of some kind of magical wood that glittered in the light of the sun, which was shining through the glass roof of the library.
“It’s like we’re ants under a magnifying glass! What “genius wizard” designed that?” Onjey thought to herself, starting to take her sisters’ side of things. The more serious younger sister was never one for outbursts, but as the representative for second year artificers, she’d put in many requests to the higher ups for quality of life changes like this, and hadn’t really received any response. She could just as easily do it herself, but that was very blatantly against the rules.
Onjey and her reluctant sister stepped into the rustic-looking halls of the Grand Tree, walking past mounted beast heads, their horns protruding forwards. For anyone taller, it’d be a serious issue, but the diminutive goblin duo had no issue. She’d seen a couple of witches snag their hats on diremoose antlers, or a wizard trip over his own cloak. She might have to jump on top of something to lean on a railing and see everything below, but she wasn’t complaining. At times, it truly felt like Grandtree was made for shorter races.
“You can let go of me now, Onjey!” Jay complained. Onjey had been yanking her by the rather large ear to get her to leave the library. What the younger Goblin sibling hadn’t realized, however, was that she had begun to sweat just as bad as Jay from the effort. Artificers usually stayed in the cooled-down labs or workshop. Onjey’s blouse had gotten a little humid. She fanned herself, cursing for a moment, as she hadn’t brought her portable cooling device with her today. The Skywatchers didn’t tell anyone it was going to be this hot.
“Look, it’s a lot nicer back at my dorm, okay? We can hang out there if you promise to be quiet.” Onjey’s hair had begun frizzing up from the humidity at this point. As much as she liked to keep her serious demeanor, the heat was beating her.
“Sounds like a plan to me! I’ve been meaning to let these puppies out.”
Onjey sighed loudly. She had a whole day of studying and tinkering ahead of her, with added challenge if her disruptive older sister was going to be hanging around. As the pair walked through the magicked halls of the school and crossed the grandbridge to the second tree, Jay put her hands behind her head in a relaxed manner.
“You know, with the bridges being clear below, anyone can see up your skirt~” She said in a mischievous tone.
“I sincerely doubt anyone can see my underwear from the landing below.” Onjey shrugged, adjusting her stirrups around her thick thighs. Despite her sister inheriting the natural plumpness their mother had, they had both developed thighs that any adventurer would dream of using as a pillow. She had started walking again when Jay had posed a horrifying idea.
“I wouldn’t be so sure, sister dearest. And what if your beloved happens to see how risque your underwear is…” Onjey froze on the spot. The mere mention of the student she had a crush on made her little goblin heart skip a beat.
“S-shut up, you. I’ve got more important things to worry about!” She turned her nose up in her best show of false disinterest. Shuffling across the bridge connecting the library tree to the dormitories quickly, Onjey was greeted by the familiar feeling of the magically treated air of the dormitory tree. The cool breeze sweeping through the halls sent a chill through the sweaty goblin’s body, immediately making her drenched blouse and skirt stick to her body.
"Brrr. It’s colder than a witches’ tit, isn’t it?" Jay said, her nipples erect and pushing against her shirt. She stretched her arms up and let out a moan as the pair approached Onjey’s dorm.
"Could you moan any louder? You’d make a celibate wizard feel like he’d been hit with a lust hex." Onjey said, rather annoyed.
“Ooh, do you think anyone heard?” Jay responded, tauntingly.
The duo entered Onjey’s dorm room and the comfortable, perfectly adjusted temperature greeted the young Artificer and her sister as they passed through the threshold. She immediately plopped down at her desk, a carved branch from the tree the entire school was made of. It was perfectly sized for a diminutive goblin like herself. She moved her chair up against the desk, and her breasts sat right on top of it.
“Now… I dunno, relax or something? I have studying to do.” The goblin opened her bag and let all the books she had borrowed spill out upon the flat tabletop. She sighed audibly, her stiff body, just as tense as her demeanor, relaxing visibly.
Her much looser sibling stretched across Onjey’s bed, soft, supple breasts laying flat along with her.
"Hey, Onjey." Jay suddenly spoke up. The artificer slowly put down her book on magical siege engines and looked over at her sister, a little annoyed.
"Yes?" She replied, adjusting her glasses.
"What would you say if I told you someone was about to knock on the door?"
"I’d say you were talking out of your gob-hole, dear sister."
Jay had always had pretty good ears; better than her sister in many respects, but she was certain that this time, it was just a joke. You can’t discern intent from footsteps.
…right?
Onjey’s skepticism was quickly shattered as she heard a quick rap upon her small wooden door her ears perked up.
"I… hello?" A quiet voice cut through the silence of the dorm room.
"Is that-" before Onjey could finish her inquiry, her sister had reached the door, her orange body like a streak.
At the open door stood Onjey’s greatest dream, and worst nightmare.
Izz, a gray-skinned goblin acquaintance of the pair, stood at the door. He looked rather reserved, messy hair beneath a large hat, holding an unlit cigarette between his lips. All in all, his appearance wasn’t very wizardly of one attending a magic academy.
Onjey, shriveled up immediately. Her violet skin had a reddish tint as she looked away bashfully and wiped her glasses.
"I-izz…" She stammered, knocking a book off the desk in her haste to scramble up from the chair. Her curly hair was barely tied up and messy because of the previous heat and her glasses were ajar from suddenly launching up from the chair.
"Why, hello there, Izz." Jay blatantly adjusted her chest while leaning up against the doorway.
“Ahem. Hi, Jay.” Izz responded nonchalantly, doing his best to ignore the orange goblin’s large assets in front of his face. “I’m actually here to see Onjey.”
“Oh, what a bore you are~!” She said playfully, doing some sort of quick and mischievous dance across the room to where her sister stood, frozen in place. “Dear sister!” Jay began, her canines flashing deviously as she tried to get her sister’s attention.
“Oh, man, it feels great here.” Izz said, wiping sweat from his brow.
“Heat wave’s a killer, ain’t it?” Jay responded, looking to her sister and waving her hand in front of her face. Not even an ear twitch. Onjey was frozen.
“That’s actually what I wanted to see your sister about.” Izz said, with a bit more energy than usual. “Is she… alright?”
“Oh! She’s fine. She does this pretty often.” Jay replied, getting real close to Onjey’s ear. “You’re about to miss your chance.”
“Eh!? Huh?” As if by magic, Onjey snapped to attention, her ears turning slightly red with embarrassment.
“Izz here was just about to tell us why he came to your dorm.”
“Well, a certain someone said you were doing repairs on the temperature maintenance units in other people’s rooms…” Izz sort of side-eyed Jay when he said this.
“I… well, I’ve only done it in my room.” Onjey said bashfully, her ears fluttering a bit. “B-but if you’d like me to work on yours, I’d be more than happy too.”
“Ah, really? What a relief! The one in my dorm’s been on the fritz. If we can get an Artificer as skilled as you on the case, I’m sure it won’t be a problem!”
“Eh!?” Onjey froze up at this, her ears fluttering even faster.
“Something the matter?” Izz asked, looking concerned.
“Go… go!” Jay muttered to her sister, whose glasses were fogging up.
“You can come along if you want, Jay.” Izz said politely. “You just have to uh… behave.” He tried his best to ignore her chest, nearly spilling out of her shirt as usual.
“Oh, no! I’ll just stay behind. I can’t stand that heat for one more minute!” In truth, Jay really didn’t want to go back into the halls, and especially not back into someone’s dorm that had no cool air.
Izz shrugged and gestured nonchalantly for Onjey to follow. She nodded like an obedient puppy and trotted after him, blushing heavily upon realizing what she did.
Back in the hallway, the pair were immediately met with the oppressive humidity that was surely keeping the rest of the students inside their rooms. Onjey swore she could see mirage lines in the halls. The magical lanterns had been blown out in someone’s vain attempt to not generate any more heat. How had that happened in less than fifteen minutes? The darkened hallway was quiet and still.
“S-so… what exactly is the issue, Izz?” Onjey stuttered out, finally managing to speak for herself to the gray-skinned goblin, who fixed his pointed hat as he walked down the halls. He turned back to her as they walked down the corridor.
“I uh… Well, if I knew that, I guess I wouldn’t be asking you.” He replied, chuckling a little.
“Hmm, I’m not sure about that!”
“Why?”
“Well, diagnosing the issue on your own isn’t a completely impossible task. You see, every Dormitory hall in the Grandtree has its own magical weathervane linking to a magical circuit that also connects to an autonomous network of cooling and heating orbs, and while it’s not exactly the most efficient system, it’s extremely low on mana consumption and you’d barely even notice that they’re actually constantly draining a small amount of mana. If you can track the source of the-”
Izz’ laughter cut off the Goblin’s rambling. She stopped talking and looked down, her cheeks flushing red. Well, as red as she could, given her particular pigment.
"A-ah! Did I say something wrong?" Onjey responded, looking a little panicked.
"No, don’t worry about it. It was nice listening to you ramble. And just look- we’re here." Izz thumbed right behind him, in the direction his companion was facing. The dorm room looked completely average. It did seem to have an odd aura to it, though. The vibes it was giving off almost distracted Onjey from her crushes’ words.
"My rambling is nice?" In truth, Onjey longed to say more. The Goblin wanted to talk about how everything Izz did was nice. How his presence froze her in place. It was all she could do to ask for confirmation.
"I’m just here to fix his magical circuitry." Onjey cleared her head of any strange notions as Izz slowly opened the door.
"It’s a bit intense, alright?"
"I’m a trained Artificer, I can handle some heat… uh…"
Onjey was not prepared for the heat that was released from behind the door as Izz swung it open carefully. It felt as if a Sunspirit itself were inhabiting the small dormitory. She could feel the hair she had just straightened frizzing up at the mere notion of entering.
Nevertheless, an Artificer outside Grandtree would likely be required to work in much harsher conditions. It was this thought, the idea that the diminutive creature was a professional, or at least a pro in-training, that made her quickly hurry into the room, her resolve strengthened.
"I’ll uh… need your help, maybe." She said nervously to the boy, withdrawing a small set of magical tools from between her cleavage.
Izz stared directly at her modest chest in wonder. "Yeah, sure." He managed.
"Magic! It’s magic. I… there’s a small Holding enchantment on my bra…" She rushed to explain herself. Without waiting for a response, she pulled out a small wand and started searching the room as if it were a dowsing rod..
"It’s just a simple repair job, Onjey. Eyes on the prize." In some kind of sense of strange humor, Onjey’s eyes darted towards Izz quickly as she thought that.
"We’ll have to close the door." She said, matter-of-factly. "It’s hard to detect magical circuits when I’m picking up signals from the hall."
Izz did as he was told. As soon as the room was sealed, the oppressive heat started to beat down on the two goblins.
Beads of sweat ran down Onjey’s face as she scanned the room for the central magical circuit, her blouse slowly becoming drenched. Izz seemed rather nonplussed by the heat, but still seemed distracted. Onjey worried that she was bothering him.
"Hey, does it feel… odd in here?" Izz said, fanning his face.
"Odd how? Or do you just mean the heat?"
"No I mean… there’s a strange feeling in the room, isn’t there?"
"I‐it’s probably just heat haze!" Onjey explained. In truth, she felt it too, but she felt that if she got distracted finding the source, it’d just make her look weird to the boy she was currently going mad thinking about. At last, Onjey’s Detecting Wand let out a loud beep and small blue sparks were emitted from the tip, pointing her in the precise direction of the main circuit. It was just under Izz’s desk. She pushed the chair aside and bent over, her perky bottom up in the air.
"Okay, I’ve found the circuit." Onjey began. "Now it’s just a matter of sending some mana of the correct type down, and…"
But Izz wasn’t listening. He was absolutely obsessed with the way Onjey’s butt swayed side-to-side when she was getting ginting into her work. He’d seen it before, seeing as she fancied herself the campus know-it-all and took it upon herself to repair many of the magical devices in the Grandtree. It was nice and shapely. It looked firm, but not toned, like a fighter or athlete. He was sure that if he slapped her ample butt, it would jiggle, but only a small bit.
“Wait, what am I thinking?” The gray-skinned goblin’s realization came even as he continued to stare directly at the girl, hard at work, her long blue curls bouncing to and fro as she followed the magical circuit underneath his desk. He tugged at his black shirt, and strongly wished he had something to smoke.
The feeling in the room… It was getting stronger.
Onjey felt it, too. For just a moment, a thought shot through her mind.
“I couldn’t be..” She smothered the thought that it could be the work of a wizard, much like Izz wished the Onjey were smothering him with her ass. She shot up from the desk, nearly hitting her head, and she turned to face the room’s only other inhabitant, her violet face drenched with sweat, she removed her glasses, as they had begun to fog up from her heavy breathing.
“H-hey, Izz…” She began.
“Yeah?” He replied, snapping back to his normal, nonchalant behavior as soon as the purple-and-green tights-clad posterior was removed from his view.
“You wouldn’t happen to know an Aromatherapist, would you?” It was a long shot, but it was highly possible that the reason the magical circuit had broken was also the reason the dormitory had such an odd, perverse feeling to it.
“I don’t, but now that you mention it, it does smell kind of sweet in here, doesn’t it?” Izz sniffed the air, catching another small whiff of what smelt of lavender.
“C-could your roommate have done something?” Onjey tried her hardest to fight the feeling that welled up inside her whenever she stared at Izz for too long. She willed herself to ignore her urges and get to the bottom of things. After all, a powerful Aromatherapy Magician could bend everyone to their will if they desired, especially with knowledge of the school’s magic circuitry!
“We could ask him, but do you really want to wait that long?” It seemed Izz couldn’t contain it anymore. The sight of the flustered girl in oversized spectacles drove him wild. “I can maybe look for him, but shouldn’t you finish the circuit first?”
“Ah, yes! You’re right! 100% right!” Izz actually enjoyed seeing Onjey’s smart, bookish demeanor give way to how she was acting now. He’d always liked it. Seeing her from afar, she was so commanding and intelligent, but she babbled like a brook when he spoke to her. Was the heat starting to get to him, too? He looked around, to distract himself from her plump butt. One of his posters was peeling from the wall due to the heat. Small beads formed at the top of his forehead and streaked down his face. His eyes widened.
Onjey’s ass continued to move in a slow, mesmerising pattern, swinging like a hypnotist’s pocket watch in front of an unsuspecting patient. The sweet smell of lavender and the intense heat broke the normally calm young man’s inhibitions down like a cardboard wall in the rain. He felt himself being pulled in like a whirlpool, his face growing nearer to the place he’d been focusing the entire time. As he drew close, her butt almost seemed like it was exuding a heat of its own. All of a sudden, the oppressive feeling of the room didn’t affect him much.
“Hey, Izz! I think I fixed i-” The artificer’s voice stopped short as she felt something push up against her butt. She craned her neck around quickly, letting out a squeak. Izz’ face was right up on her posterior. Her violet face really did take on a shade of red.
“I-I… I’M SORRY DID I HIT YOU WITH MY BUTT I’M SO SORRY I’M SO SORRY I’M SO SORRY I-” She apologized profusely as if she were a skipping record repeating the same segment. Izz pulled his face away from her soft bottom, his own cheeks taking on a red color.
“N-nah, it wasn’t you.” He replied, silencing her.
“Eh? Huh?” Onjey didn’t get it, at first. Then, like a barrage of magic missile to the brain, it hit at once. She turned around and planted her butt firmly on the ground, starting directly at Izz through quickly fogging glasses.
“You shouldn’t tease me, you know. It wouldn’t do to make me cry.” Onjey said, in disbelief.
“I wasn’t teasing you! Your uh… butt was nice to look at.” Izz responded, raising his hands in a gesture of innocence, before quickly bringing a finger to scratch as his chin hair bashfully.
“EEP!” Onjey squeaked again, something which was quickly becoming common. Sweat ran down the faces of both goblins. It wasn’t just because of the heat.
Onjey cleared her glasses and the slowly welling tears had begun drying up. His words sounded genuine. Then the smell of lavender drifted into her nostrils again. His words did sound genuine. And his lips looked awfully kissable.
“I mean it! There’s no need to cry.” Izz continued to reassure her as she drew closer.
Within the span of a few seconds, Onjey had gone from nearly crying of embarrassment to planting her lips directly on Izz’. The forwardness of the action took him by surprise. She pulled back immediately.
“Sorry, I… don’t know what came over me!” She said, looking away.
“Ah, we can totally do that again, though.” Izz replied. As if he had spoken a word of power, Onjey was upon him, nearly knocking him to the floor. The sweltering heat of the room intensified as the small goblin girl forced her tongue into his mouth, the kiss intensifying with the temperature. She could taste the faintest hint of a cigarette as they kissed, and she didn’t care. She had always wanted to do this. Izz tried his best to compete, but more than a year of repressed emotion for one person completely overwhelmed his attempts. She was on top of him and completely in control, straddling his waist with her soft, plump thighs. The normally collected gray goblin was shocked at the turn of events. As he lay on the ground beneath her, his hat fell off, revealing a mop of black hair. The warmth emanating from her thighs was pleasant, unlike the feeling of the air around them.
“Don’t worry about that. The temperature’ll change in a few.” Onjey said, her presence completely different from just a few moments ago. It seemed taking control like this had somehow empowered her. Or maybe it was something else…?
“But, for right now…”
“Right now?”
“I’ve got you completely. You’re mine, Izz.” Onjey’s face was redder than a dragon’s scales, almost like she couldn’t believe what she was saying. She removed the blouse she was wearing, which had become so see-through her bra was visible anyway, much to Izz’ surprise. The Bra of Holding was next. It landed with a heavy thud next to her. Her breasts were ample, but not too large, and she had rather small nipples. They were kind of perky. He then looked over, distracted for a moment with the thought of how much she could’ve been carrying in that enchanted brassiere. Before he had time to theorize, however, her lips were upon his again, and her free hand, the one that wasn’t too busy straddling the chest of the man she had been in love with, was stripping his clothes off, piece by piece, with a flick of her wand. Izz didn’t even know there was magic to remove clothes.
By the time she had started rubbing her bare ass on his member, he had become fully aware.It seemed Onjey’s sense of reason had abandoned her, leaving nothing but feelings of love and lust.
The soft feeling of her thighs and butt rubbing up against his dick had nearly driven him insane. A slight wetness from between her legs could be felt as well.
“Did you…-ahn- know how I feel about you? I’d like to think I’d kept it a secret.” Onjey whispered to her partner in between pleasured moans as her sliding movements resulted in his member pressing up against her soft lips repeatedly.
“I-I had some idea, yeah.” Izz tried his best to sound nonchalant even now. It was kind of in his nature. In truth, the feeling was incredible, and he was almost tempted to just shove it inside of her next time her straddling had him pressing right up against her.
It seemed she had the same idea, and in a swift movement, perfectly befitting an artificer who interfaces with magical devices all day, She had completely swallowed up his cock, wincing a little as she slid down upon it. The wincing was followed quickly by a squeak of pleasure from both parties. Onjey grabbed her lover’s shoulders for support as she raised herself up and down upon his shaft. The sense of pleasure was akin to a finger prodding the deepest parts of her brain repeatedly. She had only just begun and was ready to faint. At the very least, the heat in the room was dissipating. It seemed the humidity was only steadily increasing.
Once Onjey began to feel a rhythm, Her body started anticipating the feeling of dropping her hips down again and again. When Izz had taken some of the initiative and thrusted upward instead, it felt like the result of a dance between two amateurs that had eyed each other from across the floor and had only just worked up the courage to partner up for the final song.
Fulfilling.
Complete.
“Izz, I’ve wanted this for so long!~” Onjey moaned out her partner’s name, echoing through the stuffy room. They say wizards gave off an aura when in the heat of passion, and it was clearly evident. Her body was steaming. Probably all the excess mana, but very surprising to someone who hadn’t bedded many wizards. Izz only thought about it for a second before their lovemaking had returned to a normal rhythm. Every time they kissed, a new trail of saliva linked them together. Sweat and spit covered the lovers as Izz traced his tongue across her chest, tasting the salt from her perspiration in the library earlier. His skillful hands gently pinched her perky nipples, eliciting a low squeak of surprise from the artificer, who was now bouncing up and down upon Izz’ cock loud enough to alert anyone on the floor below. He smiled mischievously as her body tensed up in response.
Her thick blue curls buffeted his face whenever she leaned over to kiss him, and it seemed to only enhance the feeling. Her hair smelled of some sort of berry, but every time Izz attempted to discern exactly which one, her rhythmic bouncing on his dick sent a shock of pleasure through his brain, and exactly what line of inquiry he was following was lost like the tracks of a fox as its tail swept back and forth upon its own path.
Onjey’s body was attacked with a pleasant jolt following every matching thrust.
“I didn’t think you’d be so forward, Onjey.” Izz managed to eke out, letting out a breathy moan every time their thighs slapped together.
“I d-didn’t think I would either!” Onjey said, her voice pitching up in pleasure.
“Oshit, oshit, oshit!” Onjey cursed repeatedly. Her swearing took Izz by surprise, but he soon knew why. The curly-haired goblin’s toes were curling and her nails, dull by goblin standards, but sharp nonetheless, were digging into Izz’ shoulders as she shuddered. Her whole body felt like it was tightening up, and Izz responded in kind, feeling the climax building til he eventually couldn’t hold on anymore. Onjey collapsed in his arms as waves of pleasure washed over the pair, pulling them into its lustful pace like a riptide. The artificer let out a loud, squeaky moan that she was sure the entire corridor could hear. Spasms of pleasure wracked her body as Izz filled her up with his seed
“A-angustos semen.” Onjey managed to mutter, wand in hand, before her head collapsed against Izz’ chest gently.
“W-what was that?”
“Well, you don’t want to get me pregnant, right?”
“Er, yeah, you’re probably right about that.”
“…Yet.”
“Come again?”
“Are you sure you’re ready to?” Onjey said playfully, tracing her finger along his chest. They lay on the carpeted floor of the dormitory together, all glass windows within completely covered fogged up. Izz laughed a little, stroking Onjey’s large, curly hair.
“At least the room won’t smell of my cigarette smoke for a while.” Izz joked.
Suddenly, as if waking from a dream, his eyes widened.
“THAT’S WHAT HAPPENED.” He yelled out in realization.
“Hmm?” Onjey, still in a cum-filled haze.
“Morry put the lavender into the magic ventilation to get rid of the smell of smoke.” Morry was Izz’ longtime best friend and roommate. “That absentminded idiot!”
“A-ah… that explains it.” Onjey said, adjusting her glasses on her sweat-drenched face.
“What?”
“That’s a pretty basic aphrodisiac. Empowering Essence of Lavender with enough mana can make a basic Perfume of Lust.” It seemed the Artificer had more or less returned to herself.
“Does that mean… We weren’t in our right mind?” Izz asked, a little worried.
“I… I meant everything I said, if it matters.” Onjey’s face was growing redder by the minute. She was definitely back to herself. If she weren’t leaking Izz’ seed, it’d be hard to believe they had just been going at it like rabbits in heat.
“I’ll make sure Morry uses lavender more often, then.” Izz said, looking her straight in the eyes. Her glasses fogged up quickly.
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