Viera's toenails were a bright pink today. One of Nessa's favorite shades. The demoness's toes peeked out from under her sandal straps, curling and twitching as Viera talked. They were just about the only thing in Nessa's world right now.<br />
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                Nessa was dimly aware that Viera was talking about the mess in the common kitchen. As the RA, Viera had been forced to clean it up in a hurry in order to pass