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Not so subtly reminding me, that while she’s not Yon, Nema does run with a group I can’t stand. I blink trying to process the unprecedented situation. Not having an answer for either female vying for my attention, right at the moment Aya steals my ice cream cone. “Hiro,” the little whimper sends a jolt through my system. The name, as much as the way she says it, is unique to Ayame—with a little curl on the r in her accent. I note that Tien’s knee goes up in the same manner mine is. We’re guys. We don’t call each other out on natural responses. But I’m still pretty clueless over what ice cream has to do with sex.