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"Sorry Neo." He laughed, placing his hands under her armpits and picking her up so that she was dangling in the air before him. Her monochromatic eyes changed colours as she crossed her arms, even suspended in mid-air as she was. He turned ninety degrees and deposited her to the side. She huffed silently, eyes narrowing as she clicked her fingers. The tell-tale shattering sound of her semblance activating, before she vanished a moment later with another shattering-glass effect.

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Idly he picked up the tea she had left behind, giving it a gentle sniff. It smelled of nothing, not even the flavour it was supposed to be. Idly he looked into it.

He looked normal, no paintings on his face or anything. He wouldn't have put it passed Neo to doodle on him as he slept, but he had a shower or a bath every morning, he would have seen it. He looked a little dark under the eyes, and there was a tiny bit of blonde stubble showing on his neck – almost invisible thanks to the colour, reaching down to his shoulders.

Wait. His shoulders? His hand reached up to his neck, feeling thick fabric and leather. He tilted the mug a little. Bare shoulders.

Tea splattered onto the carpet as he rushed to the staff toilets, pulling the door open and slipping inside. Heart beating, he slipped over to the mirror, hands slamming down on the marble top as he stared at himself.

"Fucking… Neo…" He managed to grit out, blue eyes drifting closed as he tried to control his rage. At least she had been generous, though he doubted any man had one that long.

Oh Gods, he had walked through the hallways… naked...

I'll kill her…