[don't worry, masamune! she won't actually jump down the stairs to attack you... probably.

she turns on him once or twice, testing his reactions and just how courageous he is, glaring at him with pure irritation—before she swings around to the child at the door again, flaring her hair out with an elegant sweep of her twintails behind her back.

she smiles.

is it a genuine, sweet smile? or just an act? with all the frigidity just over her shoulder, masamune could feel like he'll freeze into an ice sculpture if he deems to pass her.

what a positively dumb man.

—he's sorta hot and not bad for mana exchange, though. damn.]

Hello. Please forgive my rude companion. Is Miss Ingrid Pinker, or her parents, home at the moment? We have an urgent letter from Pigeonsblood.