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"Sometimes, I wonder." Neflyte said one day.

"About what?" I answered. I'm curious about what goes on in the Autumn Lord's head.

"Zoycite. I wonder what exactly goes on in his head." Neflyte answered.

"How do you know that he's even a he?" I asked.

"I don't. I'm just using what he's usually called because that's what everyone else calls him. And why did you ask that?!" Neflyte asked, somewhat agitated.

I dunno. Maybe because-" I started. Then, some sakura-petals swirled and Zoycite materialized when they dissipated.

"I over-heard you talking about me." Zoycite interjected.

"I say he's a she." I argued.

"Just to go with everyone else, he's a he."

"? What in blazes are you talking about?!" Zoycite yelled.

"Just a question-are you a guy or a girl. Spill." Neflyte asked, being a nose.

"Female. And don't try to prove for or against it, or I'll kill your face."

"How do you kill a face?" Neflyte asked, trying to be annoying. I can tell.

"Like this!" I interjected, using telekineses to slam a dictionary into each of their faces.

"Aaa! You hurt my face! You'll pay!" Zoycite screamed, with a bloody nose.

"Chill. It's just a bloody nose." Neflyte said, trying to keep Zoycite from killing me will her stupid crystal. Your nose doesn't look better.

"What did you do?! Why's Zoycite bleeding?!" Dang it! I forgot to consider how mad Malachite would be if I broke Zoycite's nose. So I had the great idea to use a dictionary on him, too.

"%^ *#&$!" Malachite yelled, when the Oxford English Dictionary hit him on the nose. "That hurt, idiot!" Then, Malachite left because he thought it was pointless to have a dictionary fight. And where Malachite goes, unless ordered not to by Queen Beryl, Zoycite follows.

"Great. Now my nose is broken. Thanks, telekinesis-man." Neflyte whined.

"Hey! You asked how to kill a face! I was just showing you!" I answered, because he asked.

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