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Oscar breathed out a laugh as her lips caressed his cheek. A swing and a miss. He couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed as she pulled back, her eyes searching his. It was a bit disappointing, really. And it felt a bit keener as she - from where he was standing - did her best to console him. He took it that way, at least at first. And he wanted to tell her that those efforts weren't necessary. But he didn't. As Lessa had pointed out, he kept it straight with her. He realized as she finished speaking that this was her doing the same. “At least we can both agree we're hot,” Oscar said wi

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Between all of his obligations, it was a wonder that Oscar had the time to devote himself to such pursuits. The Orphanage, his shop, any social calls one of his many confidants required of him. It was a wonder he had time to sleep. Much less check in on someone with an odd fashion sense. Maybe I should hire a secretary, he wondered as he walked from his comfortable, tucked-away section of the Town of Beginnings towards the central square. It was unusual for him to simply take a stroll through the town. He kept the NPC merchants paid with how liberally he used Teleportation Crystals to sha

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The shop had become something of a bustling enterprise as of late. Ever since Oscar had ceased charging for food, it seemed as if every evening was spent serving the entirety of the entirety of Aincrad. Every seat was packed at dinner time. The cacophony of voices filled the air, the din heard plainly over the chaos that was Oscar's kitchen. The man looked out of place. Dressed more as a butler than a cook at a diner. But it was all part of the experience. His patrons found it a source of endless entertainment to watch a man in slacks and a dress shirt toiling away over a grill. They took bets

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