[color=purple][h3]Orimono[/h3][/color]

For the most part, I was just relieved that it had worked for the most part, seeing as the girl had stopped looking like she was ready to chop someone up with that sword. And, well, berating me for stepping food into the academy (which wasn't really my idea, come to think of it). It was precisely then that the realization of what I had just agreed to/brought up dawned on me, thought I did my best not to let the slow horror and dread spread across my face. [i]She[/i] would probably just take it as more ammunition to throw back at me.

"[color=lightblue][i]I[/i] think this is an excellent idea; she could use the experience.[/color]"

Of course she picked now of all times to appear and voice her opinion. And promptly toss me under the bus. Instead of helping me out with the aggravated sword-toting girl.

I laughed nervously.

"[color=purple]Right, sure.[/color]"

"[color=purple]Uh, you don't mean right now?[/color]"