[There is a woman at the other end, listening to his short greeting. She takes a moment before she turns her own screen on. She's an import too, though a recent one. She looks a little manufactured, too. While her usual warmth is genuine, her facial expressions blunt and there's nothing about her personality that is obfuscated, her nails and hair grow light blue, her lips are a perfect shad that shouldn't happen without lipstick, and her body is the sort of body that should require an hour of jogging or dancing but mostly she just hangs out at the brothel all day.]
[She was thinking about flirting because, hey, a girl can get booty too. Her heart will always belong to Kai, but she has certain needs that haven't been met (because the dead can't meet those needs, as Kai would tell her). But she hears the name "Starlord" and that holds her up.]
[What sort of a name is "Starlord?" That sounds a little egotistical.] Please don't tell me that you're collecting planets or starting to run an empire. [She comments in her particular B3K accent (which is a little Earth-nordic).] I've run across enough of those.
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[She was thinking about flirting because, hey, a girl can get booty too. Her heart will always belong to Kai, but she has certain needs that haven't been met (because the dead can't meet those needs, as Kai would tell her). But she hears the name "Starlord" and that holds her up.]
[What sort of a name is "Starlord?" That sounds a little egotistical.] Please don't tell me that you're collecting planets or starting to run an empire. [She comments in her particular B3K accent (which is a little Earth-nordic).] I've run across enough of those.