[Oh, thank God! ... That was the thought that crossed Raye's mind as Rakka buried her face in her shoulder. At least now she wouldn't see the stupid grin that's broken across her face a little as she read on. Ah, dangit, the shoe cannibalism marked the end of it. She's almost disappointed. That's probably for the best, actually... if this went on too much further, she might really bust out laughing.]

Okay, it's over now. I'm not gonna let anymore jerks write stuff like this to you. [She turns toward Rakka, wrapping her arms around her and stroking her hair with one hand while... scrolling through the story again with the other, looking at it over her shoulder. Haha! Shit, this is a riot. She's almost tempted to put in a request for a sequel. Almost. She might if the guy writing it wasn't a total scumbag creep.]

Wait, did reading that junk seriously give you an Echo?