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[x] Go outside.
You wouldn’t mind staying here to train for a bit - as you already promised - but you’re afraid that Flandre would get bored if you’d do that. She’d probably also get bored should you head back to the basement. Upstairs is also out, since there isn’t anything to do there. That leaves the first floor, but you don’t want to disturb the sleeping faeries. So, the only option left is to go outside and hope it doesn’t rain. If it does? You haven’t got a clue.
“Mmh?” Glup. “What?”
“Interested in going outside?” You receive an odd glance from both her and Patchouli. What?
“Why not? But…” Flandre’s expression quickly changes from a bit surprised to cheeky. “…Why not just go out with me instead?”
Wh… “I…” You weren’t expecting that. “I, well…” Wait a tic. Why has her cheeky smile transformed into a grade A trollgrin? “You little-“
“Enough.” Patchouli overrides your squabble with a voice of authority. “Just go if you’re going. I have some research to do, and you’re not exactly helping.” …What’s up with her?
Patchouli glares coldly at you and Flandre. It seems like she won’t be listening to your arguments. You feel your shirt getting tugged by Flandre.
“Come, let’s go.” Following her, you can’t help but wonder about Patchouli’s sudden outburst. Was it because you let your guard down a little because of Flandre and let your acts come from your heart? You’ll have to apologize to her the next time you see her. But… for what? For acting natural? Yeah, you shouldn’t do that, because if you do, someone ends up hurt. Like now. You walk silently behind Flandre, too afraid of hurting her to voice your thoughts. Why was she so interested in your necklace? Why did she remember your song? Most of all, why is she so interested in you? There’s nothing special to you: nerdy looks, thin and weak body, nitpicky comments, introverted nature...
“Hey, cheer up a little.”
You look at the tree next to her. It’s a cherry tree and it seems like it’s going to be a good year for it, deducing form the amount of raw berries. The bright, yellow-ish star right above it is probably Saturn. And there’s Orion, and that should be Mars… That’s everything you can recognize. It’s pretty dark right now, the sun has set and the moon hasn’t risen yet. The air is warm but not hot, the sky is cloudless and it’s very calm. The grass you’re sitting on feels a little moist and the soil seems very rich. Overall, it’s a very pleasant summer night.
“ You’re so silent. Is there something on your mind? Mind telling me what it is? I can try to help you.”
Yeah, you know. You’re silent. It’s your curse. Sometimes it may seem like a blessing, but even in those situations en up the wrong way. When discussing about how to improve something, for example. All the loud, noisy and rude guys just walk over you. Even if your ideas are better than theirs.
“Well, fine. You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, and I’m not going to be nosey.”
And now she’s teasing you about it. If she could just disappear for a moment… What does she want of you, anyway? You’re not rich, so it can’t be money. You don’t have a silver tongue, so she can’t love you. You’re not especially good at anything. If you don’t count being good at school. Your grades were always top notch, even if you never read for the tests. But she can’t take that, so she can’t be drawn to it. All of this has to be some kind of a game to see who can wrap you around their little finger…
A hand lands on yours. It startles you, and your sudden move causes your hand to hit her wing. Ding, ting… The crystals sound like instruments as they collide with each other. Regaining control of yourself, you set your hand on the grass again and mumble an apology.
You screwed up again. The realization causes your face to feel a little hot. Not now, you can’t blush now, it’s so embarrassing to be seen like that…
“Finally. Done with playing mute, are you?” Coming from her, that hurts… “And I don’t mind, it should be me who’s sorry. I startled you, after all. I should’ve realized that you have something on your mind.” She places her hand on yours. It feels cool, a little moist and has impressions from the grass on it.
“It’s just…” Flandre looks at you, seeming a little lost in thought. “No, never mind.” You can’t tell her, you’re too ashamed of it. Something about your teacher telling you of American children taking medication to cure their shyness drifts into your thoughts. If there just were those drugs here…
Some time passes with the two of you just sitting there. The silence feels awkward to you. Something to talk about, something to talk about… Magic? No, it’ll just bore her… Gensokyo? No, you’ll just offend her because she spends so much time in the basement…
“Hey, are you okay? You’re a little hot and your pulse is higher than it should be.”
Are you okay?
 ”Yeah, I’m fine.”
- “…But how’d you know my pulse and body temperature?”
 No, you’re not
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Sleep deprivation, long days at work. You should know why I mentioned them. Also, I got accepted to the university I applied to. Yay.
So, I'll be busy until the end of August. I'm afraid I can't promise more than one update per week for that time.
On the bright side, I have next week off. I'll try ot write as much as I can.
PS. I kind of got into an arguement about whether this update is good. Help me know if it is.
PPS. The plot thickens...
PPPS. Not really.