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I feel you. Marta is just becoming the most difficult girl in the world. I’m not sick, but I think she is. She’s love sick, and I’m sick of the love. //sighs// We need to send our muses to boot camp Nani
[[ Ugh for real man, why are muses being so difficult these days, nnhh ;n;
boot camp for them, yes.]]
"MARTA WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?"
He was holding his pants up since he was lacking a belt, looking around frantically for the other before seeing Sheena sitting at a table, his eyes zoning in on his belt before looking up at Sheena, “Er……Lotus?….” He felt his face go red in embarrassment before quickly laughing a little, “Well this is awkward…”
The shout from the man surprised her, making her hop in place and turn to him with wide eyes and a little frown, finding him almost clinging to his pants which seemed to be falling down—
Oh. She quickly looked at the belt on her hands, and back to him, and a blush of embarrassment sprout all over her face when she realized now where did it come from. “O-Oh…”
Indeed, awkward situation. “….Y-Yeah.” Her face turned away, and she lifted the belt on her hands up to him. “H-Here, I for sure a-am not keeping this one, this time.”
"ALVINNNN. I’VE STILL GOT YOUR BELT! COME AND GET ME!"
Marta runs away with belt in hand and then finds Sheena and gives her the belt.
"Take a seat at this table." Marta pulled out the chair for her and pushed her onto it. Marta runs to the kitchen to hide from the hulk- Imean Alvin.
In the blink of an eye, Sheena was sitting on a chair in front of a table, with a.. eeh, belt? on her hands??
"W-What even is this?" She blinked several times, but when she turned to find Marta with her eyes, she had fled from the scene. What was going on??