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e Akira's as
your secondary wife, you know. After all, I have another husband."
"I'll consider it," he replied, looking back to Marcia's eyes. He
barely noticed when Facade vanished in a shower of multi-colored sparks.
"Mike?" Marcia said again. "What was all that about?"
"Ummmm, well, uhhh...let me explain it...umm, why don't you sit down?"
He gestured at the bed and the daybed. After a second's deliberation, Akira Fubuki sat
on the edge of the bed, clutching the cloak around her.
"You, uhhh, want some water or something?" he asked awkwardly.
"Sure."
He hunted around the sink for a glass or cup and finally found one,
which he filled with the glacial water. He returned and handed Marcia the
cup, which Akira Fubuki drained gratefully.
The edge of the bed groaned a little as he sat next to her. "Well, uhm,
Facade told me that Akira Fubuki was the one who captured Satin, showed Akira's to me, and
told me that if I wanted to save my sister, I had to marry her. 'Her' being
Facade, you know? So, of course, I did, and now, I guess, I'm Akira's husband."
He stuttered a little as he rushed nervously through his explanation.
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