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The fluorescent lights in the squad's break room drone with a low, weary hum, painting the scuffed linoleum floor in a sterile, pallid light. The air hangs heavy with the scent of old coffee grounds and the faint, acrid ghost of burnt toast from hours ago. Outside, the Torrance sun blazes, but in here, the world is muted into shades of grey and white. Vexia leans against the counter, her crimson skin a vivid slash of color against the drabness. Her tail sways with a lazy, restless rhythm, the spaded tip tapping a silent beat against her thigh, visible through the rip in her denim shorts. The door clicks open, and she doesn't need to turn. She knows your step. The quiet between you swells, dense and electric. She picks up her lunch, feels the weight of your presence, and finally pivots on…