Generated Number: 6. Our muses are destined to be each other’s eternal rebounds
"Why does this make so much sense?" Alison muttered, looking from Siris to Lane.
"Well that’s a bit of a bummer—" Lane mumbled, lips pursed, "But, if the strings say its so then I guess it is."
Cassandra sighed, shaking her head.
"It’s my fault. I keep shoving my muse onto yours. Now look! Maybe we should get them together and get it all out of her system?" She shrugged. Siris rolled her eyes.
"Oh, joy. Doomed to forever frick frack Lane to screw away my sadness over others? Sure? Why not! Lane! I think I’m upset. Wanna get used?"