She wasn't as angry as she thought she'd be. Sure, Fiammetta was still furious that the doctor had put her up for what seemed like compensated dating, but she had managed to summon enough willpower to not chase him down and launch him out a hospital window. Or, rather, she saw a much more pressing concern.
That is, the overbearing awkward atmosphere of the room. Fia didn't really hold any animosity toward the doll-like girl. At least, not yet, as it seemed like she was just as uncomfortable with the situation. Perhaps she was just as clueless, and the doctor was trying to hook them up with one another?
Now that theory pissed Fia off. Who the hell was he, assuming that she needed company? Sure, she'd been on her own without her family, but she could tough it out herself. And, yes, the other girl and her Growlithe were very cute, and Fia had an inclination towards cute things, but that didn't mean she was interested at all... Well, maybe a little...
Fia shook her head as she felt her temperature rise a little, a side-effect of her embarrassing thoughts. She didn't have time for this, she had to focus on her family! And a thug like her had no business hanging out with princesses like this anyway.
The delinquent girl opened her mouth, about to suggest they just leave, when the silent doll finally answered Fia's question.
'You', she'd said.
"Y-You want what now?" Fia stammered out rapidly, her face instantly going crimson as literal bursts of steam escaped her ears. An unfortunate habit, born of poor control over her magic.
Fia just stared slack-jawed, her mouth only closing when the girl elaborated. "Oh, right, that's you meant, a'course. Already figured that anyway." She uttered unconvincingly, a bit of bit in her tone, like she would be offended if the girl suggested otherwise.
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