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Katrina let out a bubbly giggle. "Oh Disaster~" "It's okay."

Katrina smiled a little. "Okay.." Leslie caught up to him, bending over and hugging him in silence.

"What am I going to do?" she asked quietly. Leslie went after him, waving bye to BB before she raced away.

Katrina hugged him, sobbing quietly. "Desperate, Dafret? How many of us have lost people we loved? Huh?" She shouted, hugging herself.

Katrina's eyes widened. "No. No. Please. Just stay with m-me.." Leslie went over and healed Dafret, glaring at BB. "Just why."

"BB's w-w-workshop." Katrina was shaking badly. Leslie looked at Dafret. "Why?"

"D-Dafret. BB's b-b-brother." "No. Not with violence. Just let's talk to him about it, okay?"

Katrina glomped him and clung to him. "I-i was raped," she whispered, holding to him tightly and crying. "..why would he do that?" she asked.

Katrina ran to Disaster as fast as she could. Leslie, out of nowhere, poked BB. "Hiya. What's going on?"

"Glad you care," Katrina murmured, getting clothed and walking to the door, guilt moving inside her head. "..why did I do this.."

"How do you know it didn't break? Or it didn't work? I'm not taking the pill yet."

Katrina paled. "Most likely? Solid answer, please?"

Katrina felt bad. She scrambled for her clothes and sighed. "Condom?" she asked blankly.

Katrina didn't want to oblige but she did.

Katrina turned away from him, blushing a little. "W-Well! I... I don't want to do this to him!"

"Why? I'm happy with Disaster," she protested, minimally resisting.

Katrina's eyes widened a little. "...what are you doing?"

"Honest question."

"Why is your crotch bulging?"

Katrina looked at Dafret curiously. "I see. Why do you bother to stay?"