>>5698202Your <span class="mu-s">SEA SICKNESS</span> is slowly transforming into a migraine dealing with this girl! Crossing your arms and adopting an appropriately irked expression, it takes the girl a few moments of silent glowering before she spills the proverbial ‘<span class="mu-i">beans</span>’.
“Alright look, sandcrab: the truth is that I needed to get your attention, okay?” She explains with an odd amount of contriteness in her tone, “And a girl like me can’t just <span class="mu-i">stroll</span> up to any guy apropos of nothing! What kind of kook <span class="mu-i">does</span> that?”
You’d been contemplating strolling up to a few other people onboard apropos of nothing only a few minutes ago, but you don’t bother telling her that. So what, you frown, she just took them to get you to <span class="mu-i">chase</span> her?
“You got it, chief!”
… how is taking unsolicited pictures of someone and running away any less dangerous than just <span class="mu-i">approaching</span> someone?
“... trade secret. Next question.”
Yep, it’s a migraine. Here’s a question, you add, poking your finger in Pepper’s face for added dramatic flair: if she just needed your attention, why did she only take a picture of you when you were <span class="mu-i">falling</span>? The girl’s perpetually-smug face falters for but a moment.
“Had to look authentic.”
She took it because she thought it was <span class="mu-s">funny</span>, didn’t she?
A shrug. “You’ve got your story, I’ve got mine!”
Her story’s gonna turn into a <span class="mu-s">HORROR STORY</span> if she keeps this crap up!
>CONTD. 