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"Do you?" she asked, grinning a bit. She hopped up to sit on a desk that appeared when she did. She blinked and looked down at it. "Okay that was way weird." Half the desk was well polished and new looking wood, perfect except for a small carving that looked almost like a spiky heart made of dragons. The other half was almost more splinter than surface, tagged up with spray paint. Sitting on it looked dangerous and foolhardy. Mal didn't seem bothered by it though, she actually ran her nails over the scarred surface, idly carving something into one of the small spans of flatish surface.