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"Yeah," says the other Bina, touching her shortened hair. "It got really hard to clean."

"I think it looks good!" says Bina, for a lack of anything else to say.

Then, possibly for the first time in the history of the universe, someone manages to have a moment of socially awkward silence with herself.



"I found her wandering around the back," says Kendra, taking pity on them and breaking in. "There's at least one more naught, but we managed to dodge it. Did Emmie get away clean?"

"Yeah," says Bina, grateful for the distraction. "We lead the big one on a loop around the construction lot. He's checking the cafe now, but then he's coming here."

"Why would I be at the cafe?" asks Four.

"We've been kinda grasping at straws, to be honest," says Kendra. "We've mainly been trying to stay out of current-you's way."

"You don't seem particularly surprised to see us," says Bina, picking up on an undercurrent of tension in the other two.

"Yeah about that…"


Notes

Zinvia:

B4: *dramatic hair flip* You like it?


Aah! This is so good! Thank you!