Alice is speeding by on her duel runner. She’s testing a new engine on it and how fast she can push it.

And suddenly the artist is looking over his shoulder. “What are you doing?”

“Oh?” For a moment she just silently watched. Seeing the saw spin. “What all are you going to make it do?”

Dang. She gonna clean it up?

The artist is just sketching random passerby’s. For some reason some instinct is telling her to make people’s tits bigger.

POV: Waking up next to Alice.

She’s questioning the decisions made by 『Dark Magician... Girl?』

Is this why he keeps trying to get her to wear it?

She remains skeptical of his claims.

She’s deckbuilding currently. Lately she’s had a strange fascination with spellcasters.

… Does he promise to help undo anything it might do to her?

… Fine shell trust him and wear it this time then. Guess if they are to be partners she does need to trust him more.

Another late night working through commission pieces. She’s five energy drinks deep and still going.

It’s a lazy day for the artist. She’s just relaxing around her apartment.

How could anyone ever like him?

She’d like to see him try. His big bad puppets can’t do shit versus her deck.

She finds that hard to believe.

Oh? And here she’d thought he’d love to hear her opinion again after so long~

Oh and after she was so nice to him last time. Is he mad he didn’t get to use her thighs for so long?~

One day she’s gonna mod his duel disk to shock him everytime this happens.. It happens way too often.