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I love Emmanuelle. I love Cyrus. Possibly more than the Abcurses. Only a teeny weeny more though. I mean, how can I not?

"In that moment, he was twenty times hotter than he'd ever been. Intelligence did it for me. His was teamed with arrogance as well, but that was kind of to be expected for a god."

Emmanuelle's words, not mine but you can slap me with your shoe if it isn't true for me.

The humor was albeit a bit different from Willa's but not without a few echoes of her.

"Don't you dare kiss me again."
"Why the fuck not?" he growled.
"Because I think you're a ... terrible ... person! And a drunk! It doesn't matter if you're sober now, you're just sober drunk!"
His lips twitched, almost curving into a smile. "And you're just a bug, but I seem to recall you kissing me."
"I'm allowed to. You're not."

The 'sober drunk' thing seemed like something Willa would say, not Emmy. Emmy was supposed to be smart. I was expecting a bit more witty retorts from her. But... whatever. I love the nickname Bug though. Sounds soooo cute.

Anyway, off to the conclusion. Bring it on, baby. It's time for...*dramatic whisper*...war. ⚔️⚔️⚔️