The black cat was already rolling on the floor laughing. "You taught her that skill?" it asked Lightchaser between wheezes.
"What skill?" Lightchaser looked genuinely confused. "And who's she?"
The cat narrowed its eyes. It already knew where this was going, but it answered anyway. "...Your student."
Lightchaser blinked innocently, confusion deepening. "I don't have a student."
The blood elf groaned. "Unbelievable. You've officially run out of shame."
Lightchaser said nothing, face perfectly serious. She wasn't shameless—she was just stubbornly preserving what little pride she had left.
…
"Alright, starting from the moment BS Rita used [Let It Die], how long did it take Foolishness to run home?"
"Point eight seconds. I timed it."
"Whoa. That's faster than their round trip to Arisentna during the team match."
"Truly surpassing themselves."
"Impressive."
"...Deceitful Bloom left the lab too, you know. Why is no one talking about her?"
