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It'd been some time now that Flick had been thinking about getting a Loot. It wasn't to have sex, he wasn't really into the whole pleasure run, or to have kits(least likely answer, considering he hates them). He wanted kind of an assistant or secretary. Someone to hold his stuff, get his stuff, pick up his stuff. Someone who would bring him prey, help protect him and give other people messages. And he decided who that would be. "Nova. You around?"
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