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Riko: *Sigh*.... I wish I could write a wider variety of songs. Maki: What's with you, all of a sudden? Mia: You don't need to worry about me being one of the most listened-to college composers in the states despite being 14 years old, you know. Maki: You're right. There's no need to worry about some childish spiel that comes out of this kid despite being so amazing. Mia: I'm not a kid! Riko: C-, calm down, Mia-chan! You too, Maki-chan! Let's all get along, alright? Mia: Look, Riko is worried now because of you, Maki. Maki: It's definitely your fault, Mia. Riko: ....Well, I guess composing is not my biggest worry anymore. Alright, the three of us will go to a cafe after this to get to know each other better, okay? We're going to get along! Maki: ....Can you not lump me in as a kid too? Mia: Yeah, that's right! Don't treat me like a kid!
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Meticulous planning with the mastermind, the scientist, and the head of manpower.
MIND CONTROL
A blushing mess