[u]"Here we are, kiddo.."[/u]
[i]Olivia still felt like shit.[/i]
[i]Instead of her regular gleaming armor, she had a dull red t-shirt upon her body, with a black fabric tank top underneath that. A pair of tight navy blue jeans were worn beneath that, alongside a brown pair of combat boots. And upon Olivia's face was a saddened look, for her own victory. She didn't like it. At all. The girl had heard that Celon had promised his father that he would win the tournament...and she had denied him that. It didn't matter. The best that she could do now was make Celon happy once more.[/i]
[u]"So, ah...what flavor do you want? Unless you want me to choose?"[/u]
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