[ Light opens up the door and looks around, hands on her hips. All that alcohol smell in the air was nauseating.]
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[ Tough love time. If Fang did not want literal sunshine in her room, well, too bad. Despite the cold, Light throws the curtains and the windows open.]
[Action]
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[ Tough love time. If Fang did not want literal sunshine in her room, well, too bad. Despite the cold, Light throws the curtains and the windows open.]
It smells like a bar in here.