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The Witch in the towel smiled.

Swinging her arms around with the motion of a flapping bird, she would skip around the living room in only a colorful towel. Sprinkling water everywhere.

The Composer dare not look (or was not interested in her bare joke). If he did peek, he could not stop thinking of a peacock showing off its pretty feathers.

Maybe this creature had too much pride to look where it was flapping to.

It struck its beak right into the body of a standing lamp.

"Gebffff! D-did you see that Chop-Chop!? Th-that metal staff that's always glowing 24/7 just attacked my nose! I want to file a lawsuit for assault!"

"Please be careful Miss Witch. Not only is that expensive, it's powered by electricity. I'm no expert, but I heard it will shock you dead if you're covered in water. The last thing I want to see is your fried body next to my piano."

"... D-d-don't jinx me like that, Ch-Chop-Chop! W-we W-Witch's may be s-strong but we're still sensitive deep down, o-okay!? A-and when did you last clean this staff!? Th-the cover is full of dust! Sh*t, I got some in my throat!"

"... Like I said, I have a frail health."

"Excuses! Cough! Hack! Gag!"

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