Prompt: Trapped in an Elevator
Characters: Liu Kang, Mileena, Kotal Kahn, Scorpion
Rating: T
Word count: 4953
Notes: A 'thank you' to the friends and acquaintances who helped choose the victims of this fic. Also, this is my first time writing Kotal Kahn. I have no idea if I've done him justice.
Kang sprinted down the hotel corridor as fast as he possibly could. Amongst all of Bo'Rai Cho's questions, jokes, and repeated offerings of liquor, Kang had forgotten the time. He had less than fifteen minutes to clock in at the shop. He'd already been late once this week; his supervisor would be livid if it happened again.
Further down, someone came out of an elevator. Kang hurried towards it. The doors started closing. Increasing his speed even more, he somehow managed to slip inside the elevator before the doors closed completely.
A teenage girl in a pink miniskirt and heavily lined eyes glanced up from her phone to smirk at him as he stumbled in. Kang averted his gaze to the ground, cheeks heating up. He went to the back of the elevator, next to a tall man clad in a suit. The button to the first floor had already been pushed, thank god. The ride went mostly uninterrupted, only stopping on the sixth floor to let in a bearded man with long, dark hair.
Everything went well for the subsequent four floors. Then the whole elevator came to an abrupt, shaking halt.
Each of the four had to grab hold of the railing in order not to fall. Above the doors, all of the numbers counting the floors blinked in unison. A banging echoed around them as the elevator continued to move in an irregular, rickety, and worrying way for a few more seconds. Soon it became still, however – still and silent.
The longhaired man pushed all of the buttons, the ones for the floors as well as the one for opening the doors. Nothing happened. He cursed beneath his breath.
"We're stuck." He pressed his face to the doors to glimpse out of the spring. "And between floors, too."
His sentence gained a low growl at the end. Without warning, he punched the wall whilst cursing – out loud this time. The suit-clad man stepped forth, a hand raised in a reassuring manner.
"Don't panic," he said. "We'll be-"
"I'm not panicking!" the first man snapped. "I'm pissed off! You'd think a fancy chain like Forteresce would be above shit like this!" He slammed his fist into the wall a second time.
The girl scoffed. "Maybe it's because of the added weight."
The first man sent her a fuming glare. She countered with a sweet smile. Kang pulled his cellphone out of his pocket to text Lao, and ask him to tell the supervisor he probably wouldn't be on time today either.
"Use the elevator-phone to let them know we're here," the tall man said.
Grumbling, the irate man turned back to the panel with the buttons. Almost instantly, an uninterested voice came out of the speakers, asking what the issue was.
"There's four people trapped in one of your elevators," the man said, surprisingly calm. "We'd like to be let out at the closest floor."
"Which elevator?"
The man frowned. "What?"
"There's a lot of elevators at La Forteresce, sir. Please say the elevator number so we can bring your camera feed and information onto the big screen."
"How should I know which one?" he asked, annoyance creeping into his tone. "Where does it say-"
"Number seven," the girl interjected.
The man sent her a suspicious look. She tilted her chin up to look at him from down her nose. The man slowly turned back to the microphone on the wall.
"Number seven."
"Right. You're stuck between floor one and two. We'll do our best to have you out ASAP."
"How long will that take?"
"Sir, it's difficult to tell-"
"How long will it take," he spat out, every ounce of serenity gone. The tall man quickly got between him and the microphone.
"Excuse me, but some of us have important appointments. We would be grateful if we could notify out colleagues when we'll make it to them."
"Alright, alright…" the bored voice said, before pausing for several seconds. "About twenty minutes to half an hour."
"Thank you," the tall man said. He returned to his spot in the back of the elevator whilst giving the irate man a disapproving glare. "Wasn't that much easier?"
The irate man replied by shooting him the dirtiest look imaginable. He leaned against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest and closing his eyes. The girl took out her phone, her thumb rapidly flying across the screen. The tall man stood straight, his hands clasped behind him. He gradually explored every corner of the elevator. Kang shifted his weight by rolling on the balls of his feet with his hands in his pockets. After another ten minutes, the speaker came back to life.
"Alright, so it seems our technicians are out on another assignment. They'll be back in a short while."
"How long is 'a short while'?" the tall man asked.
"Not sure. Maybe three hours, maybe more."
"Three hours?!"
The irate man exploded. He shoved the tall man out of the way and began yelling into the microphone. The bored man on the other sometimes tried to get a monotone word in, but largely didn't bother. Finally, the girl seized the irate man by the arm, jerking him away from the panel.
"Oh, move aside!" She positioned herself so her mouth was next to the speaker while her face was visible to the camera up on the ceiling. "This is Mileena Kahnum," she said.
By Kang's side, the tall man's jaw dropped to the floor. The other man's anger seemed to pour right off him, and he became quiet. Kang puckered his brow. The name sounded familiar, but he wasn't exactly sure from where.
The bored employee had gone eerily quiet. When he spoke again, in was in a high-pitched stutter.
"M-miss Kahnum?!"
The girl threw her hair over her shoulder. "Yes."
"Miss Kahnum, I'm so, so sorry, I-I didn't-"
"Shut up."
The employee immediately did as told.
"I'm supposed to meet my sister for brunch in less than twenty minutes," Miss Kahnum said. "Do you know how late I want to be for that?"
"N-not at all?"
"That's right! So fix this!"
"Y-yes miss! At once!"
The speaker went silent. Miss Kahnum turned to the formerly irate man, and snapped her fingers mere centimeters from his face.
"And that's how you do it!" she said before retaking her spot by the opposite wall. The man only muttered incoherently in response.
The tall man cleared his throat. "Mileena Kahnum."
"Yeah?"
"Daughter of Shao Kahn, owner of the Forteresce hotels?"
Kang eyes widened. That's it! That's where he recognized the name! He looked over at the girl, who sighed whilst rolling her eyes.
"How many 'Shao Kahns' do you think there are?" she asked with a hint of irritation.
The man held out his hand in greeting. "I am Ko'atal K'etz. Your father and I are discussing to enter… I guess you could call it a partnership. I'm actually on my way to a meeting with him."
Miss Kahnum tentatively shook his hand with a raised brow. "Okay? And? You want me to vouch that you weren't running late on purpose?"
"That would be nice as well, but not what I had in mind. You see, I am proposing a new feature in your hotels: an area of every building would be remodeled after a specific culture or theme. For example, the basement of this hotel could be Maya-inspired. Artwork and food directly lifted from Maya civilization. You could rent clothing to the guests, maybe have hired actors perform dressed as gods. The whole area could be rented for birthdays or weddings."
Miss Kahnum hummed thoughtfully. "That sounds pretty cool."
Mr. K'etz smiled. "I was hoping you'd say that. However, your father didn't show as much of an interest. I thought-"
"That I'd persuade him?" Miss Kahnum giggled. "Okay. But then you owe me a favor in return."
Mr. K'etz's expression stiffened slightly.
"That's fair," he said, very, very politely. "What can I do for you?"
Miss Kahnum grinned. It was an unusually big smile for such a small girl, something ominous behind it. She rested her chin in the palm of her hand.
"Oh. I'll come up with something."
Silence fell over them. They each stood in a corner of their own, trying not to stare, or at any rate get caught staring, at the others. After a while, the longhaired man took out a lighter with what looked like a scorpion engraved on the side. He started rhythmically switching it on and off, sometimes leaving it on for an extra moment to stare at the flame. The clicking and the fire's gasping when it emerged soon drowned out every other sound in their confined space.
Mr. K'etz heaved a sigh.
"Are you trying to burn us alive?"
The longhaired man looked at Mr. K'etz from the corner of his eye.
"No. I'm suffocating us slowly."
That made Kang grimace. He knew it wasn't doable with such a small lighter – modern elevators were too well-ventilated – but the thought was still gruesome.
Mr. K'etz's lip curled in distaste. "Stop that!"
The longhaired man let out a snort as he switched the lighter on. "If you have to run your mouth, why don't you sweet talk the little lady some more?"
Mr. K'etz's gaze blackened. He snatched hold of the other man's collar with an iron grip. The longhaired man bared his teeth and raised his fist, about to strike. Kang darted in between them.
"Whoa! Stop!" He put a hand on each their chests, trying to keep them apart. "C'mon guys, not in here! Please!"
He turned to Miss Kahnum for backup, only to see her taking the scene with absolute delight. Even after she noticed him inaudibly begging for help she simply shrugged. It appeared he was on his own. He returned his attention to the men.
"You don't want this! I mean… There's cameras in here!"
That did the trick, or at least for Mr. K'etz it did. He released the other man's clothes as if burned, and proceeded to put as much distance between them as possible. The longhaired man adjusted his shirt with a glower directed at Mr. K'etz, but neither he decided it worth the trouble to continue the fight.
"Miss Kahnum?" The speaker had come alive again.
"Yeah?" Miss Kahnum said, more chipper than previously.
"I'm sorry, but…"
All four of them collectively held their breaths, intently looking at the panel.
"…it seems the issue is a bit bigger than we first thought. It-it'll take some time to fix."
"How long?" she asked sharply.
"Not more than two and a half hours! We'll try to make it quicker, I promise!"
Miss Kahnum took a moment to stare blankly into space. Then she groaned and buried her face in her hands.
"Just hurry up…" she said, her voice muffled.
Immediately after the employee had tuned out, Miss Kahnum dropped her bag onto the ground and slipped out of her leather jacket. Bundling them up into a pillow, she laid down on the floor. Kang soon followed her example, sitting cross-legged by the innermost wall. After a few stubborn minutes, the two other men did as well. The longhaired man continued to fiddle with his lighter. Miss Kahnum brought out her cellphone once more. Mr. K'etz pulled out several documents from his briefcase, shuffling them around but swiftly putting them back with a shake of his head.
Kang could hardly believe it. Two and a half hours. He wondered if the employee had exaggerated the time just in case, or if he'd understated it in fear of them flying completely off the handle.
Miss Kahnum held her free hand up in the air, pointing at Kang.
"You. Name."
He flinched, then hesitated before responding.
"Um, Liu Kang."
"Liu Kang…" She rolled over onto her stomach, fixing her gaze on him. "What do you wear to bed?"
Kang went beet red. "Wh-what?!"
Miss Kahnum sighed deeply.
"Look: I'm bored, and I found this conversation generator online. That was the first topic. So…?" When Kang didn't do anything but fidget where he sat, she giggled and waved a dismissive hand his way. "Oh, don't worry, we'll all go! I'll go too! I'll even pass the phone around so you'll know I won't skip any embarrassing topics when it's my turn. So answer."
Kang chewed on his lip. Miss Kahnum's serious eyes continued to bore into his skull. He couldn't do much else than admit defeat.
"Uh, well… t-shirt and shorts?"
Her face broke out into a smile. She handed the phone to him and, indeed, "What do you wear to bed?" was the question verbatim in the little box. Kang pressed the button that said 'Generate', glancing at Mr. K'etz.
"Um, Mr. K'etz," he said. "What was the last gift you received?"
Mr. K'etz bestowed him what felt like the longest, most aloof look he'd ever been given. The businessman closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"A replica of an ancient ceremonial dagger. From a relative."
Kang nodded slowly, uncertainly offering the phone. Mr. K'etz took it, but right as he touched the screen, the longhaired man turned away from them.
"No."
Mr. K'etz watched him with a dour expression. "It will pass the time."
"I'm not doing this!"
"Ugh, why're you such a killjoy?" Miss Kahnum got up on her knees, her hands on her hips. "You'll either join in willingly, or I'll make you!"
The man scoffed. He turned to smirk at her.
"And how will you do that?"
Seeming to brim with determination, she crawled over to him, positioning herself so her breasts nearly touched his face. A brief look of horror came over him, which he suppressed quickly, although it was still obvious he would've recoiled if the wall hadn't been in the way. She smiled at his reaction.
"You think you're miserable in here?" she asked. "I can make it much worse when we're out. I'll even get creative about it. Believe me."
He glared up at her, his eyes occasionally flicking down to her cleavage. He gritted his teeth at her.
"Fine."
With a satisfied beam, Miss Kahnum returned to her makeshift cushion. Mr. K'etz read from the phone.
"What is your favorite ice cream flavor?"
The man scowled. "I hate cold foods."
"It's not food, it's a dessert," Miss Kahnum said.
"I hate everything that's cold."
Miss Kahnum rolled her eyes. "I guess that's good enough. Pass it on."
The man took the phone from Mr. K'etz with palpable reluctance. He proceeded to press the button and read the text, several times, Kang guessed, exceedingly slowly.
"Do you prefer to cook or order take out?"
Miss Kahnum emitted a short laugh.
"Please. I have others cook for me. So, it's lobster, venison, and sushi made by actual sushi chefs, versus watery kebab and burnt pizza – which one do you think?" The man didn't reply, instead tossing the phone back to her. "Where do you work?"
Kang had as it happened managed to forget about work. Being reminded didn't exactly cheer him up.
"A grocery store. It's downtown; pretty small, only seven aisles. I should be there now, actually…" He trailed off when he realized the others were as interested in hearing about it as he was talking about it. He accepted the phone from Miss Kahnum a second time. "How long does it take for you to get ready in the morning?"
"It depends," Mr. K'etz said. "Sometimes I get interrupted. A document has disappeared, a phone call has been missed. I'd say, between 40 minutes and two hours."
"Two hours!" Miss Kahnum exclaimed. "That's longer than me and my sister needs put together!"
Mr. K'etz shrugged. "I dislike stressing. What's your least favorite time of day?"
At first it seemed like the man would obstinately refuse, but a look of warning from Miss Kahnum caused him to surrender. He did make an effort to have his tone be defiantly apathetic, though.
"Mornings."
"You have to elaborate a little," Miss Kahnum said chidingly. The man narrowed his eyes at her.
"I'm a night person," was all he added, snatching the phone from Mr. K'etz. "What do you want your last words to be?"
A wide grin spread over her lips. "'Bitch, fight me!'"
"I said 'what do you want', not 'what do you think'," the man remarked dryly.
"Yet my answer remains unchanged." The phone made it back to her; she barely read the new topic before guffawing. Her eyes darted between the screen and Kang. "If you were the opposite gender for a day, what would you do?"
Kang directed his gaze towards the ceiling as he contemplated the question. It was a pretty interesting concept with a lot of potential.
"I would… I would talk to as many women as I could, ask them questions and try to see the world from their perspective. Maybe my opinions would have changed, too."
Miss Kahnum blinked at him. Her mirth had been replaced by disappointment.
"Really? You wouldn't find someone to screw? Touch yourself? Prance about the house naked?"
"No! That'd be weird! And creepy."
"Wow. You sound like my sister. I should introduce you. In fact…" She sat up, her beam back in place. "Are you single?"
Kang nearly jumped into the air. He was blushing again; he felt the heat stretch all the way down to his neck.
"I- eh, yes, but I-"
"Great! She's essentially this, but a few years older," Miss Kahnum said, pointing at her face. "Oh, and with smaller boobs. But her legs go aaaaallll the way up…" She made some suggestive gestures to her hips.
"Umm, that's nice, but-"
"You need a personality too, huh? Alright. She's always happy and optimistic, and super-polite – it's almost a bit ridiculous. She loves tiny, furry things, her favorite colors are blue and lavender, she donates to at least ten different charities, she collects paper fans… She basically loves everything, and everything loves her. She's like Jane Bennett from Pride and Prejudice."
Pausing for breath, Miss Kahnum turned to Kang with huge, expecting eyes. He glanced at the other two men for assistance. Mr. K'etz was ignoring them, pretending to examine the elevators wallpaper. The other man just seemed happy he wasn't the one focused on at the moment. Kang turned back to her, gulping.
"Isn't it my turn to ask now?" he asked, in a high-pitched peep. Miraculously, she obliged, sending the phone over with a mischievous smile. Kang cleared his throat. "What are your three must have apps?"
Mr. K'etz hummed, then began counting on his fingers.
"Google Chrome. Calendar. Temple Run." Right after listing the third, his head snapped around as the others stared at him with incredulity. "What?" he said defensively. "It's addictive. How do you like your eggs cooked?"
The other man groaned. "Why am I the only one to get food questions?"
"It's randomly generated," Miss Kahnum said. "Now answer!"
"Hard boiled. What is your favorite thing about summer?"
"Short skirts – obviously. Would you want to know when you'll die-"
"No." Kang replied quickly, before she had properly finished the question. "No, then I'd spend my whole life dreading it. What accomplishment are you most proud of?"
Mr. K'etz became solemn, yet uplifted, a sentimental look in his eye.
"My business," he said. "My father… We nearly went bankrupt when he was still in charge. It wasn't his fault. It was due to circumstances out of his control and bad luck. Anyway, when I took over we were in a bad shape, but I managed to get us out of the gutter in just a few years. Now we're more successful than ever. And it's my doing." He quieted, ostensibly lingering on his own words before waking up with a slight jolt. "What is the biggest priority in your life right now?"
It was the other man's turn to become serious. If Mr. K'etz acquired an air of sentimentality, he got downright emotional.
"My son," he mumbled.
"Wait, you have a son?" Miss Kahnum twisted around to lie on her side, one hand supporting her head. She observed him from head to heel. "Aren't you a bit young for that?"
The man snorted, a barely-there smile playing upon his lips. "I'm 32."
Her eyebrows shot into her hairline. "Really? Huh. Okay."
"What's his name?" Kang asked.
"Hell, what's your name?" she threw in.
"Jubei. And… my name's Hanzo." He sent them a hard stare each immediately after telling it, as if expecting some sort of witticism, but no one said anything. Mr. K'etz merely handed the phone to him. "What is the first thing that you notice when meeting someone new?"
Miss Kahnum blew out her cheeks, then slowly exhaled.
"Their hair, I guess. And their eyes. Not the way they look, but where they look. This might come off as a surprise, but a lot of people have a hard time keeping their eyes on my face." She smirked at Hanzo. He gave her the phone without looking at her, his cheeks having gained a light pink hue. "If you knew you couldn't fail, what would you do?"
Kang aimed his gaze to his lap, watching his thumbs twiddle about whilst chewing on his lip.
"Quit my job and travel around the world, taking odd jobs wherever I went in order to survive," he at last admitted.
"Where'd you want to go?" Mr. K'etz asked.
"Everywhere!" Kang felt the excitement building as he said it. "There's things to see everywhere! If you could choose any era to live in, what would you choose?"
"The future."
"I'd have said the twenties," Miss Kahnum declared. "It seemed like a cool decade. You know, before the depression."
"There is no better time to be alive than the present, and the future will be even better," Mr. K'etz said firmly. "We'll have cured more diseases; human rights will encompass more people, etc. etc. What was your favorite school subject?"
Hanzo produced a grunt that sounded suspiciously close to a chuckle. "Gym. Maybe chemistry, but that's just because the teacher caused an explosion that made the fire alarm go off on the first day. The class went downhill after that. What is one thing you would change about yourself?"
Miss Kahnum's smile, which had been pretty constant since the start of their "game", melted away. Quietly, she put an absentminded hand to her face, fingers brushing against her jaw and lips.
Kang glanced at the other two. Mr. K'etz met his gaze, but Hanzo was busy watching Miss Kahnum, appearing almost concerned.
"You don't have to answ-"
"Nothing," she hurriedly cut him off. "I mean, look at me: I'm perfect. Though if I have to choose, I'd say my height. Add half an inch." She grinned at them, confidence back in place, and reached for her phone. "What is the best thing that happened to you this week?"
Kang briefly wondered if he should interrupt the game and ask her about… whatever bothered her, finally opting not to. It wasn't really his place. Instead, he thought about the question. He inhaled deeply.
"Honestly? This. I've missed the beginning of my shift. I might get fired for it, and it'll technically not be my fault. There's no one giving me orders, or demanding that I decide what to do with my life… This is actually really relaxing." He let out a laugh, a genuine, relieved laugh. Miss Kahnum rolled her eyes at him as she slid the phone over. "If you were given three wishes, what would you wish for?"
A crease appeared between Mr. K'etz's eyes – he looked grimmer than ever. "There would be 30 hours in each day-"
"But the number of working hours would still stay the same, right?" Miss Kahnum interjected.
"Yes."
"Good. Go on."
"Next I'd ban the 'turn-and-smile' sitcom opening."
Kang frowned in confusion. "The what…?"
"In sitcoms, especially ones with teens in it, they sometimes introduce the characters and their names by zooming in on the actor. They turn around, their name appears in big, ugly letters beneath them, they fold their arms, smile unnaturally, and nod their heads. Like this."
Mr. K'etz demonstrated, toothy but joyless grin included. Kang could barely contain the laughter. Mr. K'etz's… appearance really didn't lend itself to expressions like that. Hanzo turned his reaction into an obviously faked cough; Miss Kahnum didn't even try, and burst into a fit of giggles.
"I hate that!" Mr. K'etz said, uncaring about the others' amusement. "Lastly… I'd want one last conversation with my father." He heaved a deep sigh. If his words hadn't removed the hilarity from the compartment, that sigh sure did the trick. He glumly accepted the phone from Kang. "If you could go back in time and change one thing, what would that be?"
Hanzo blanched a little. He brought a hand up to rub his eye, before burying his whole face.
"I should have listened to her."
"Who?" Mr. K'etz asked, still despondent.
"My… my ex-wife." Hanzo thumped his head into the wall behind him, running one hand through his hair. He swallowed several times as he spoke. "She's levelheaded, always knew what's the right thing. Told me all the time, but I didn't listen. I was… postponing the inevitable, making it worse. When I finally realized it, it was too late." He held out his hand to Mr. K'etz, taking the phone while staring straight ahead. "What qualities do you value most in a friend?" he asked, peering down at Miss Kahnum.
She bit the inside of her cheek. Her free hand was drawing circular marks in the carpet.
"Loyalty. Compassion. The patience to deal with me, I guess." She giggled softly. When she got her phone back it transformed into a sincere chuckle. "What are some things that you shouldn't say at a funeral?"
"Oh, ehm…" Kang ransacked his brain for an answer. He hadn't been to a funeral for a long while, but there was one comment that had stood out. "It was God's will?"
Miss Kahnum's nose scrunched up. "I hate that one! It was God's will to break my heart, huh? Well, in that case, God's a bitch!"
"There are many things you shouldn't say at a funeral," Mr. K'etz said pensively.
"Like, 'When's the after-party?'" Miss Kahnum said.
"'I know what it's like; my goldfish died last year'," Kang said.
"'I think I saw the corpse move.'" Hanzo snorted and shook his head.
"Anything ending with 'Psych'." Mr. K'etz made some very exaggerated air-quotes.
Kang nodded, adding, "Or taking a selfie with the coffin."
"Or asking the widow/widower out," Mr. K'etz stated with utmost distaste.
"'Since he won't need them, may I have his shoes?'" Miss Kahnum said, snickering.
"'It should have been you'," Hanzo said.
Before anyone had the time to be horrified by the implication, the elevator shook. All four jumped to their feet, gathering their things. Miss Kahnum bounced with glee. The elevator continued edging its way down until finally halting. The doors opened… revealing a two-foot-wide gap at the bottom, teasing them with freedom. So close, yet so far.
A man came into view, standing at the first floor.
"I'm sorry, Miss Kahnum," the formerly-bored, currently-nervous employee said. "We'll have it go all the way down in just a moment!"
"No!" Miss Kahnum exclaimed. "I'm getting out now!"
She squatted on the floor, chucked out her belongings, and slithered out the gap quite gracefully. Kang turned to Hanzo and Mr. K'etz. The latter gestured for Kang to follow her first.
The first thing he saw, after his eyes adjusted themselves to the sudden brightness, was Miss Kahnum throwing herself into the arms of two other young women, one tall and dark in black skinny jeans, the other shorter and clad in a blue summer dress. Behind him, Mr. K'etz grunted as he slunk out. He instantly headed for the exit, temporarily stopping to speak to Miss Kahnum and shake hands with the girl in the dress. It had to be Miss Kahnum's sister – not only were they practically identical, but she gladly exchanged pleasantries with him like there was nothing else she'd rather do.
A dark figure appeared next to Kang. He locked eyes with Hanzo for a second. Then the older man patted him on the shoulder, before vanishing in the crowd without another word.
Kang began walking, leisurely moving forth and inhaling the fresh air. He hadn't realized how stuffy that elevator had become near the end. He should probably get to the store and see if he was still employed or not.
"Liu Kang!"
He spun around. Miss Kahnum seized him by the wrist. She munched on a croissant as she dragged him with her.
"Our brunch has turned into a lunch," she said when they stopped. She jerked her head towards her companions. "Wanna join us?"
"Uh…" Kang could hardly believe it. Was she serious? "I have… work…"
Miss Kahnum snorted. "Yeah, but you hate that place. Don't be stupid and say yes already!"
"Mileena!" The older Miss Kahnum sent her younger sister a half-hearted glare. She turned to Kang, smiling kindly. "You don't have to listen to her. She's so used to getting her way, she can't accept whenever someone turns her down."
Mileena stuck out her tongue at her sister. The third woman chuckled at their antics. Kang was busy looking into the older Miss Kahnum's eyes. They were very big and gentle, colored a soft brown. He cleared his throat, hoping he wasn't blushing.
"Well, you know…" he said shyly. "I do actually hate that place."
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