"Tell me, please tell me, pretty please, pretty please!"
"Pretty please, pretty please, pretty please…"
"If you dare say one more word, I swear I'll stitch your mouth shut with a stapler!"
Ever since Clara hinted at some hidden power within March 7th, March had completely forgotten about Clara's earlier, impressively cool scene of dispatching a Voidranger with a single slash. Ignoring the storm of irritation brewing around Clara, she kept up an incessant, non-stop chatter right by her ear.
Finally, Clara could no longer control her temper. Her gaze turned icy as she glared at March and issued a warning.
"Uh…" Feeling the chill from that look, March instinctively raised her hands defensively and shuddered.
"Hmph." Clara let out a light snort through her nose and resumed walking toward the Master Control Zone.
"Hey, wait a second!" Seeing this, March quickly scampered in front of Clara, spreading her arms to block the path.
"Don't think I won't hit you just because you're a cute girl, you know," Clara said, genuinely annoyed now, waving a small fist at March's current antics.
Her earlier warning had just been because March was being incredibly annoying, a simple caution without real anger. But now, March was not only disregarding that warning but actually blocking her way.
Clara was someone who appreciated good looks, a bit shallow in that regard. Generally speaking, she was quite tolerant towards pretty girls, let alone one on March 7th's level.
But March's series of actions had successfully turned 'generally' into 'anything but.'
Thus, Clara was angry! >:(
The consequence of Clara's anger was…
It was…
"…"
Well, there didn't seem to be any consequence. / (ToT) \
Congratulations, March 7th. You've managed to offend the hardest person to offend in the entire universe.
If March kicked Clara, Clara wouldn't say a word of complaint. Instead, she'd probably apologize profusely and promptly wipe the dust off March's shoe.
So even if March made Clara furious, Clara wouldn't do anything to her… Yeah, right.
Make Clara angry today, and tomorrow you'll hear on the Interastral Peace Corporation broadcast about Astral Express member March 7th streaking through the space station!
"Please, tell me. I'll do anything…" Unaware of the storm of thoughts swirling in Clara's mind, March pleaded in a coquettish tone.
"Oh? Anything? Then you…" Clara paused mid-sentence, her gaze wandering over March's body with a hint of something less than innocent.
Feeling that slightly invasive look, March hurriedly crossed her arms over herself.
"That… that's not allowed!"
At this, Clara couldn't help but roll her eyes. She ignored March and continued forward.
"Hey, hey, hey!" Seeing this, March once again planted herself in Clara's path.
Clara: >:(
Just as Clara was about to pull out her baseball bat to grant March some 'physical enlightenment,' March quickly stammered out:
"I… I agree! J-Just tell me, and… and you can do whatever you want to me…"
March seemed to have mustered tremendous resolve to utter those words. The moment she finished, her face flushed a deep crimson.
Seeing this, Clara felt her eyes might roll right out of her head. March had what Clara had. Why on earth would Clara be that interested in her body?
To… compare textures? [T/N: This is a euphemistic translation of the idiom.]
Hmm… Well, there are some differences, I suppose… As this thought crossed her mind, Clara glanced at March's chest area, and a sudden, inexplicable flare of annoyance rose within her.
Feeling Clara's eyes on her chest, March gritted her teeth, fighting down her embarrassment. She put on what she thought was a seductive expression, seemingly trying to entice Clara.
Clara: …
Did no one ever tell March that, given her personality, this kind of act looked utterly ridiculous?
"I genuinely don't know," Clara said, somewhat exasperated. If she'd known March would be this pesky, she wouldn't have teased her earlier.
"I can only see there's a power within you. I don't know why it's there, or when it might manifest."
"The only one who can truly perceive it is you yourself."
"If you can't sense its presence now, then that means the current you isn't yet qualified to touch that power."
Clara observed that incredibly well-concealed energy within March. If not for Clara's abnormally powerful spiritual sense, she probably wouldn't have detected it at all.
"As a member of the Astral Express, what you should focus on now is trailblazing forward, not obsessing over some power inside you."
"Through your journeys of exploration, you'll eventually discover the strength within your own heart."
"Uh…" Listening to Clara, March felt an odd sense of facing a seasoned veteran of the Astral Express.
"I know you have no past memories, that your history is a blank slate to you. But your future already has a path laid out."
"So, why get hung up on the past?"
At this moment, Clara seemed to transform into a philosopher, lecturing March earnestly.
"…" After a moment of silence, listening to Clara's words, March clenched her fist, her eyes filled with determination.
"Miss Clara, you're right! I might not have a past, but I still have a future!"
"Mhm~ It's good that Miss March understands," Clara said with a smile, nodding at March's renewed vigor.
"Let's hurry up now. We've wasted enough time here." Having said that, Clara picked up her pace and walked off.
"Miss Clara… is really a good person," March murmured to herself, standing still and watching Clara's retreating back with a touch of admiration.
"Hey, let's go!" March grabbed Stelle, who had been munching on metaphorical popcorn nearby, and dragged her along as she hurried to catch up.
Stelle: Huh? What's going on?
…
Clara's Thoughts: Regarding March 7th
I've combed through all my memories, from beginning to end, and I'm absolutely certain this is our first meeting.
So why does she have this vague, almost reverential respect for me?
It seems someone impersonated me and interacted with her. Just who could it be? So hard to guess.
But… this isn't so bad, is it?
…
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