[She takes a soothing breath. Reminds herself that if Miorine didn't want to respond, she wouldn't. She'd been on the receiving end of this before, and had seen Miorine ignore other messages from other people. She remembers too, that Miorine answered her often, and sought her out.
Suletta relaxes a little. She smiles.]
I'm sorry. I wish I were there - have you been eating? I know that you're doing your best!
[She twists a loose lock of hair around her finger.]
Ah, strange. Not bad, it's only... I'm used to sleeping beside you now. It's not as easy to fall asleep when you aren't here.
[The picture makes her feel better. It's a sign that Miorine is at the least remembering to take breaks. She was so often engrossed in her work, and forgot the basic elements of caring for herself. Suletta wants to ask more questions: if she's been drinking enough water, if she's had a headache, or if something in particular had upset her, but when she'd presented this series of concerns to Secilia, she'd made a face. Said that it would "kill the mood." Suletta is grateful for the distance that written messages provide. She's able to tailor her responses in the ways Secilia had proposed, instead.
Most of them, anyway. She was not nearly so bold. Or mischievous.]
I know. I try to tell myself that, but I wake up anyway. It's silly of me, right?
And, There's been something on my mind, too. I wanted to ask for your opinion.
If that's the case, then you'll see me in a few days. So you shouldn't lose sleep over it either. I think that I even miss your snoring.
[It's Suletta's gentle reminder for Miorine to follow her own advice.
Ah, but the moment of truth had arrived. She feels a rush of nervous energy, and has to stand now in order to pace.
She'd taken picture after picture in the solitude of her room, and had eventually landed on a small selection of photos she'd been happy with — they escalate gradually without veering hard into obscene. Amateurish in a charming way. The lighting is good — she's obsessed with this detail in particular, and her angles. Both of these things Secilia had imparted the necessity of to her, and she'd taken copious notes throughout her lesson. This had made her laugh too, in a way that made Suletta blush.
It's an interesting thing to be proud of. She's still puzzling over the feeling.
In any event, the first image is sent, taken from an angle slightly above and off center. Suletta's face is not visible — this image is from the neck down. Her hair had been down when the image had been taken, however, falling over her shoulders in lush red waves. Dappled sunlight paints the picture in warm colors. She'd taken it inside but seated at a windowsill, right before sunset had stolen away the last of the "natural" lighting. She's eschewed her uniform jacket and is in the orange bodysuit underneath. All things considered, it's a standard image - until it pans down to her legs.
One thing about Suletta was that she did not mess around with uniform regulations. She was always tidy and did not personalize her clothing in the way the other students did. At the start of every week, her uniforms were washed and pressed, her boots polished to shine. In this image, however, she's wearing sheer dark stockings that stop at her upper thighs.
Her next message comes shortly thereafter. (She has to type without looking.)]
I'm trying new things. When you said that my legs were nice, I thought about what would be flattering to wear. I tried so many different styles, and it's still hard to settle on what to try first. I took a lot of pictures, so… I wondered if you would help me decide.
[this wasn't in the notes pivot! Miorine had noticed the stockings were tight, which had been the intent, but Suletta spends a few fraught moments squinting at her phone, trying to figure out if this response was positive (preferred), negative (disappointing but salvageable) or neutral (somehow the worse option).
[After several moments of three dots appearing and disappearing:]
I wanted to try something new. Everyone seems to enjoy changing around their uniforms. Some people look really cool, or cute. To change it here and there, it looks like fun!
I did think they felt a little tight... I wasn't sure if they suited me either. Thank you! That helps me narrow it. I'll send some of the others.
["Mercurian miss," Secilia waited for her to finish before she'd spoken up, lounging back on the couch, one leg crossed over the other. "To help you, I need to know some things."
"But," Suletta's protest was gentle and puzzled, "I explained-"
"No," Secilia had waved a hand in lazy impatience, "not about your situation. I understand that. Tell me about Miorine."
So Suletta had, and she'd watched as Secilia's expression had gone intent and shrewd.
"Okay," she'd said, as Suletta finished, "here's what you do."
In the present, Suletta considers Miorine's answer. She frowns to herself. And instead of rushing to obey, she sends another message.]
That's true. I shouldn't have assumed. Ah, but now I feel a little unsure... Do they suit me after all? But if they're too snug, I don't want to be inappropriate... Is there anything that stands out?
[ She's not even so sure herself why she grows so impatient so quickly. Even for her this was a new record. ]
I mean it's not actually inappropriate. On someone else nothing about this would stand out.
[ Vaguely, she wonders if Suletta is playing dumb. She was naive, but far too conscious of how she was perceived to suddenly be speaking to her like this. ]
It's more skin than you'd usually show. Is this you worrying you're too lanky again? If that is the case the stockings are a good choice, they extenuate your curves.
She makes a neat tally mark in her notebook beside a cutesy sticker of a red panda. Beneath this is a similarly cutesy sticker of a little white cat.
Round 2.]
Ah, you guessed! I was worried about it again. All the magazines I read said that this style was good for taller people.
How about this?
[She sends her next image. This time, she's sprawled out in bed, sheets rumpled around her ankles. This one shows her face — though she looks off to the side in this, her expression distant and almost bored. One arm is slung above her head, her hand loose and relaxed.
This time the stockings are nude, just as high. She's paired it with a dress shirt that's a little oversized on her, the sleeves rolled up to her forearms. The top buttons are left undone. There's a gold bracelet on one of her arms - a simple gold band.
This one, Secilia had needed to egg her on (read: bully) her into doing. She'd tossed several of her initial attempts out (too stiff, you look like a terrified duck - nevermind what that means, keep your eyes open! almost, just turn your head-) until they had settled on this.
Suletta waits for a few moments, and compiles her explanation together. She remembers that Secilia had given her a trump card, and feels the stress that had been rising inside of her turn down to a low simmer.]
The magazines all said that taking pictures this way helps with feeling comfortable. That's why I decided on this one. I like the bracelet. This shirt - I thought it would be nice to wear under the jacket, but it's a little big on me. It's roomy and nice to sleep in though, so it's still useful. What do you think?
[ This development is so alarming that Miorine actually reaches over her balled up sheets and across the mess of her nightstand to her lamp on. She rubs the drowsiness from, her eyes and holds her phone with both hands.
Her first question is: Is real? But she answers that one immediately - it had to be. Suletta never did things like this and it wouldn't even cross her mind to doctor photos. Her next question is who took this photo? She combs through a mental list of candidates, none of them really making sense.
What kind of dumb magazines are you reading???
[ Is her knee jerk response; there's a part of her still wondering if this was some kind of prank (granted, Suletta's pranks were usually silly and stupid). ]
Whose shirt is that
[ The shape of Suletta's figure is visible for once, as are the curves of her chest. ]
[She thinks that Secilia surely must be a genius. Suletta draws another tally mark. This was steadily becoming less and less nerve-wracking by the minute. Instead it felt a little bit like a game, and she was always really good at those. Almost as good as her mother.
She waits cross legged on the bed, takes a few deep breaths with her eyes closed, lingers over the messages. She chews on a thumbnail.
The first response Miorine had given wasn't all that important - if she spent more time on it than the other two, it would frustrate her. The second is the question Miorine really wants answered, the third is the hardest one, but it was her version of a compliment, which Secilia had been displeased at her with when she'd explained. That's it? She's lazy. Make her work.]
I borrowed them! There are all kinds of useful tips. There's makeup ideas, and pretty dresses. I didn't know that girls as tall as me wore heels! I want to try those. If I start small, it shouldn't be too hard, right?
Just fine? That's true - you're right. I thought so too. It's not very practical, is it? If I do things that way, I'd have to get a blouse that fits better.
[ Miorine doesn't realize that her blood pressure has spiked until Suletta responds to her and she finds her heartbeat calming some. This was much more business as usual.. maybe she'd been over thinking it. ]
Heels are a good idea they look better on tall girls anyway You have the legs for them you won't look like a kid wearing her moms shoes You probably won't even have any trouble wearing them, you have good balance And honestly you're not even THAT tall
[ Leave it to Miorine to turn this into a very technical conversation about fashion.
That last bit is less reassurance and more Miorine's own annoyance at being so small. ]
Well you could still wear that one Cinching it at the waist would help Or wearing form fitting bottoms It's about balance
Amazing... [Secilia was amazing! She guessed exactly right - no wonder she was a counselor.
Suletta mulls over this.]
Eh? Is she a counselor?
[Something to ask later. For a time she allows herself to soak up the compliments sprinkled throughout Miorine's exacting advice. She's not sure if Stage 3 will work, but she adds another tally mark to her score for her victory in Stage 2. She feels a little bad - Miorine hadn't scored points so far.
However, Suletta was a graceless winner, and a sore loser. She didn't feel all that bad. Games were meant to be won. That's what her mother said, anyway.
Stage 3 begins with a breadcrumb.]
Balance, balance...
That advice is so helpful. I wrote it all down. It's close to what my friend said too when they were helping with the pictures. Thank you, Miorine!
[This was risky in the same way that any tactical manuever was — if it landed, that was good. If it didn't, then - adjustment in the little heartbeats of space between a beam rifle powering up again. Weaving her way through lasers, through pitted asteroids. Easy.
She waits a moment. Then:]
Ah, it's gotten pretty late, hasn't it? I didn't mean to keep you up so long with something like this. Are you tired?
[Suletta's dancing around on top of the bed, twirling like she's in an old romantic film and being guided by an invisible partner. Then she remembers that other people are still sleeping, and flops back onto the bed with a big triumphant grin.
She rolls over when she remembers to add another tally mark.
Oh, and to respond.]
Ah, yes? When I brought up my troubles figuring out clothes, they offered to help. They're really talented with things like this! It was nice of them. Oh, it wasn't forced - they wouldn't do that! They just gave advice. Mm, I guess they did help with posing a little... And with some of the lighting. I wouldn't have been able to figure it out on my own. Didn't they turn out fashionable?
[ Truthfully she hardly reads what Suletta has said, growing more and more frustrated with SUletta's non-answers. She's typing very aggressively. ]
Your friend is a pervert Don't do this sort of thing with them ever again If you need help with stuff like this ask me first or someone like Nika or Chuchu. Also stop covering for them who was it???
[Suletta is blissful. She's biting the inside of her cheek to avoid giggling. Her response comes back after a measured pause as always... as soon as she adds another tally mark.]
Pervert? No, no, it isn't like that! She really did help. I thought of you, but you're always so busy, and ah, this sort of thing is a little embarrassing... I didn't think Chuchu-senpai or Nika-san would be interested in this kind of topic. I'm not covering, you just - You seem upset. I don't want you to take it out on her.
[ Miorine takes a moment to mull this over, scrutinizing Suletta's message in the same way she would a business plan or correspondence during a negotiation. ]
[Her imminent victory means that it takes her a moment to catch up to the tone of the message. She glances over to her tally marks, then her cheeks puff out.
Begrudgingly, she places a single mark next to the cat.]
She's frowning when she adds another tally mark to Miorine's side. That still wasn't a lead, and she still had her trump card, but she'd been hoping not to use it... not so soon anyway.
Ah, well. Secilia had shrugged when she had expressed her reservations, and said with the sort of lazy disregard that indicated a truly pathological lack of fear, that she had been subject to worse than the wrath of Miorine Rembran.]
Ah, that's not- I didn't say that. Please don't be mad, but... well. It was Secilia-san. She said that she noticed me fretting and wanted to help. It wasn't much. She gave me advice.
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Date: 2023-06-21 04:55 am (UTC)[She takes a soothing breath. Reminds herself that if Miorine didn't want to respond, she wouldn't. She'd been on the receiving end of this before, and had seen Miorine ignore other messages from other people. She remembers too, that Miorine answered her often, and sought her out.
Suletta relaxes a little. She smiles.]
I'm sorry. I wish I were there - have you been eating? I know that you're doing your best!
[She twists a loose lock of hair around her finger.]
Ah, strange. Not bad, it's only...
I'm used to sleeping beside you now. It's not as easy to fall asleep when you aren't here.
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Date: 2023-06-21 12:44 pm (UTC)[ she sends a picture of her half consumed room service as proof. ]
it's weird for me too.
But I'll be back in a few days. It's nothing you should lose sleep over
Especially when there's so much for you to do.
[ but it does make her happy. If she was a different type of girl she might giggle (but she's not) ]
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Date: 2023-06-21 03:04 pm (UTC)[The picture makes her feel better. It's a sign that Miorine is at the least remembering to take breaks. She was so often engrossed in her work, and forgot the basic elements of caring for herself. Suletta wants to ask more questions: if she's been drinking enough water, if she's had a headache, or if something in particular had upset her, but when she'd presented this series of concerns to Secilia, she'd made a face. Said that it would "kill the mood." Suletta is grateful for the distance that written messages provide. She's able to tailor her responses in the ways Secilia had proposed, instead.
Most of them, anyway. She was not nearly so bold. Or mischievous.]
I know. I try to tell myself that, but I wake up anyway.
It's silly of me, right?
And,
There's been something on my mind, too.
I wanted to ask for your opinion.
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Date: 2023-06-21 03:39 pm (UTC)Even if you do complain about my snoring.
What is it?
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Date: 2023-06-22 01:55 am (UTC)So you shouldn't lose sleep over it either.
I think that I even miss your snoring.
[It's Suletta's gentle reminder for Miorine to follow her own advice.
Ah, but the moment of truth had arrived. She feels a rush of nervous energy, and has to stand now in order to pace.
She'd taken picture after picture in the solitude of her room, and had eventually landed on a small selection of photos she'd been happy with — they escalate gradually without veering hard into obscene. Amateurish in a charming way. The lighting is good — she's obsessed with this detail in particular, and her angles. Both of these things Secilia had imparted the necessity of to her, and she'd taken copious notes throughout her lesson. This had made her laugh too, in a way that made Suletta blush.
It's an interesting thing to be proud of. She's still puzzling over the feeling.
In any event, the first image is sent, taken from an angle slightly above and off center. Suletta's face is not visible — this image is from the neck down. Her hair had been down when the image had been taken, however, falling over her shoulders in lush red waves. Dappled sunlight paints the picture in warm colors. She'd taken it inside but seated at a windowsill, right before sunset had stolen away the last of the "natural" lighting. She's eschewed her uniform jacket and is in the orange bodysuit underneath. All things considered, it's a standard image - until it pans down to her legs.
One thing about Suletta was that she did not mess around with uniform regulations. She was always tidy and did not personalize her clothing in the way the other students did. At the start of every week, her uniforms were washed and pressed, her boots polished to shine. In this image, however, she's wearing sheer dark stockings that stop at her upper thighs.
Her next message comes shortly thereafter. (She has to type without looking.)]
I'm trying new things. When you said that my legs were nice, I thought about what would be flattering to wear.
I tried so many different styles, and it's still hard to settle on what to try first.
I took a lot of pictures, so… I wondered if you would help me decide.
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Date: 2023-06-22 06:13 am (UTC)[ is her immediate reply. She's sprung into an upright position and her blanket fall away in the process.
She'd typed that message, oddly alarmed and before she'd registered what else suletta had said. ]
what brought this on? you lose it over a stain on your uniform.
[ which is to say this change to her look is dramatic by Suletta's standards.
Her eyes linger on the way the stockings are just a little too snug, highlighting the shape of Suletta's thighs.
They're too tight.
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Date: 2023-06-22 01:04 pm (UTC)but God was like
"your fiancé is mentally ill"]
Eh?
/
Mt face?
Oops.
I meant to say my.
Sorry
I didn't think it would be needed
Since the stockings are on my legs?
Are you upset?
[Wait, no, that wasn't the right response.
She quickly goes through her notes... ]
2/3 prospera voice i lied
Date: 2023-06-22 01:12 pm (UTC)pivot!
Miorine had noticed the stockings were tight, which had been the intent, but Suletta spends a few fraught moments squinting at her phone, trying to figure out if this response was positive (preferred), negative (disappointing but salvageable) or neutral (somehow the worse option).
Suletta is typing... ]
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Date: 2023-06-22 01:28 pm (UTC)I wanted to try something new. Everyone seems to enjoy changing around their uniforms. Some people look really cool, or cute. To change it here and there, it looks like fun!
I did think they felt a little tight... I wasn't sure if they suited me either. Thank you!
That helps me narrow it.
I'll send some of the others.
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Date: 2023-06-22 03:06 pm (UTC)She doesn't type until it looks like suletta has stopped. ]
You usually send me selfies with a big goofy smile on your face. That's all.
I didn't say they don't suit you.
[ she's zooming in and out of the shot absentmindedly trying to decipher what all of this means.
Maybe she was...? No, not Suletta.
She thinks, anyway. ]
Show me the rest.
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Date: 2023-06-22 04:06 pm (UTC)"But," Suletta's protest was gentle and puzzled, "I explained-"
"No," Secilia had waved a hand in lazy impatience, "not about your situation. I understand that. Tell me about Miorine."
So Suletta had, and she'd watched as Secilia's expression had gone intent and shrewd.
"Okay," she'd said, as Suletta finished, "here's what you do."
In the present, Suletta considers Miorine's answer. She frowns to herself. And instead of rushing to obey, she sends another message.]
That's true. I shouldn't have assumed.
Ah, but now I feel a little unsure...
Do they suit me after all? But if they're too snug, I don't want to be inappropriate...
Is there anything that stands out?
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Date: 2023-06-22 06:00 pm (UTC)I mean it's not actually inappropriate.
On someone else nothing about this would stand out.
[ Vaguely, she wonders if Suletta is playing dumb. She was naive, but far too conscious of how she was perceived to suddenly be speaking to her like this. ]
It's more skin than you'd usually show.
Is this you worrying you're too lanky again?
If that is the case the stockings are a good choice, they extenuate your curves.
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Date: 2023-06-22 06:41 pm (UTC)It worked...!
[Suletta: 1.
She makes a neat tally mark in her notebook beside a cutesy sticker of a red panda. Beneath this is a similarly cutesy sticker of a little white cat.
Round 2.]
Ah, you guessed!
I was worried about it again. All the magazines I read said that this style was good for taller people.
How about this?
[She sends her next image. This time, she's sprawled out in bed, sheets rumpled around her ankles. This one shows her face — though she looks off to the side in this, her expression distant and almost bored. One arm is slung above her head, her hand loose and relaxed.
This time the stockings are nude, just as high. She's paired it with a dress shirt that's a little oversized on her, the sleeves rolled up to her forearms. The top buttons are left undone. There's a gold bracelet on one of her arms - a simple gold band.
This one, Secilia had needed to egg her on (read: bully) her into doing. She'd tossed several of her initial attempts out (too stiff, you look like a terrified duck - nevermind what that means, keep your eyes open! almost, just turn your head-) until they had settled on this.
Suletta waits for a few moments, and compiles her explanation together. She remembers that Secilia had given her a trump card, and feels the stress that had been rising inside of her turn down to a low simmer.]
The magazines all said that taking pictures this way helps with feeling comfortable.
That's why I decided on this one.
I like the bracelet. This shirt - I thought it would be nice to wear under the jacket, but it's a little big on me. It's roomy and nice to sleep in though, so it's still useful.
What do you think?
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Date: 2023-06-22 07:46 pm (UTC)Her first question is: Is real? But she answers that one immediately - it had to be. Suletta never did things like this and it wouldn't even cross her mind to doctor photos. Her next question is who took this photo? She combs through a mental list of candidates, none of them really making sense.
What kind of dumb magazines are you reading???
[ Is her knee jerk response; there's a part of her still wondering if this was some kind of prank (granted, Suletta's pranks were usually silly and stupid). ]
Whose shirt is that
[ The shape of Suletta's figure is visible for once, as are the curves of her chest. ]
It fits fine.
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Date: 2023-06-22 08:16 pm (UTC)She waits cross legged on the bed, takes a few deep breaths with her eyes closed, lingers over the messages. She chews on a thumbnail.
The first response Miorine had given wasn't all that important - if she spent more time on it than the other two, it would frustrate her. The second is the question Miorine really wants answered, the third is the hardest one, but it was her version of a compliment, which Secilia had been displeased at her with when she'd explained. That's it? She's lazy. Make her work.]
I borrowed them! There are all kinds of useful tips. There's makeup ideas, and pretty dresses. I didn't know that girls as tall as me wore heels! I want to try those. If I start small, it shouldn't be too hard, right?
Just fine? That's true - you're right. I thought so too. It's not very practical, is it? If I do things that way, I'd have to get a blouse that fits better.
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Date: 2023-06-22 08:24 pm (UTC)Heels are a good idea they look better on tall girls anyway
You have the legs for them you won't look like a kid wearing her moms shoes
You probably won't even have any trouble wearing them, you have good balance
And honestly you're not even THAT tall
[ Leave it to Miorine to turn this into a very technical conversation about fashion.
That last bit is less reassurance and more Miorine's own annoyance at being so small. ]
Well you could still wear that one
Cinching it at the waist would help
Or wearing form fitting bottoms
It's about balance
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Date: 2023-06-22 08:50 pm (UTC)Suletta mulls over this.]
Eh? Is she a counselor?
[Something to ask later. For a time she allows herself to soak up the compliments sprinkled throughout Miorine's exacting advice. She's not sure if Stage 3 will work, but she adds another tally mark to her score for her victory in Stage 2. She feels a little bad - Miorine hadn't scored points so far.
However, Suletta was a graceless winner, and a sore loser. She didn't feel all that bad. Games were meant to be won. That's what her mother said, anyway.
Stage 3 begins with a breadcrumb.]
Balance, balance...
That advice is so helpful. I wrote it all down. It's close to what my friend said too when they were helping with the pictures. Thank you, Miorine!
[This was risky in the same way that any tactical manuever was — if it landed, that was good. If it didn't, then - adjustment in the little heartbeats of space between a beam rifle powering up again. Weaving her way through lasers, through pitted asteroids. Easy.
She waits a moment. Then:]
Ah, it's gotten pretty late, hasn't it? I didn't mean to keep you up so long with something like this. Are you tired?
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Date: 2023-06-22 08:55 pm (UTC)Someone TOOK these photos??
Did you TELL them to take them that way?
Or did they force you into it?
Who was it??????????????????????????
[ the rest of the message is ignored. ]
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Date: 2023-06-22 09:10 pm (UTC)[Suletta's dancing around on top of the bed, twirling like she's in an old romantic film and being guided by an invisible partner. Then she remembers that other people are still sleeping, and flops back onto the bed with a big triumphant grin.
She rolls over when she remembers to add another tally mark.
Oh, and to respond.]
Ah, yes?
When I brought up my troubles figuring out clothes, they offered to help. They're really talented with things like this! It was nice of them.
Oh, it wasn't forced - they wouldn't do that! They just gave advice.
Mm, I guess they did help with posing a little...
And with some of the lighting. I wouldn't have been able to figure it out on my own.
Didn't they turn out fashionable?
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Date: 2023-06-22 09:15 pm (UTC)Your friend is a pervert
Don't do this sort of thing with them ever again
If you need help with stuff like this ask me first or someone like Nika or Chuchu.
Also stop covering for them who was it???
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Date: 2023-06-22 09:29 pm (UTC)Pervert? No, no, it isn't like that! She really did help.
I thought of you, but you're always so busy, and ah, this sort of thing is a little embarrassing...
I didn't think Chuchu-senpai or Nika-san would be interested in this kind of topic.
I'm not covering, you just -
You seem upset. I don't want you to take it out on her.
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Date: 2023-06-22 09:34 pm (UTC)I get it now.
You were the pervert all along.
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Date: 2023-06-22 09:39 pm (UTC)Begrudgingly, she places a single mark next to the cat.]
Huh?
What do you mean?
I'm not being a pervert.
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Date: 2023-06-22 09:45 pm (UTC)I wasn't born yesterday
If you're not the pervert then your little friend is
Which is it going to be?
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Date: 2023-06-22 10:02 pm (UTC)Darn.
She's frowning when she adds another tally mark to Miorine's side. That still wasn't a lead, and she still had her trump card, but she'd been hoping not to use it... not so soon anyway.
Ah, well. Secilia had shrugged when she had expressed her reservations, and said with the sort of lazy disregard that indicated a truly pathological lack of fear, that she had been subject to worse than the wrath of Miorine Rembran.]
Ah, that's not-
I didn't say that. Please don't be mad, but... well.
It was Secilia-san. She said that she noticed me fretting and wanted to help.
It wasn't much. She gave me advice.
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