[B]葛 馮虚 (コペンハーゲン・スター)[/B]

"[color=54D1F1]Why are these things so fuckin' hard to open?![/color]"

Indigo eyes cracked open, blinking once, twice, before focusing upon the scene of a miniscule being, winged in a manner not dissimilar to a bird, seeking - and failing - to open a bag of potato chips. The fairy was pulling at the top of the plastic packet with all her might, tiny face scrunched up with exertion as her slender arms tried and tried to obtain the treasure hidden within. It was an epic struggle, miniaturised for the context that was a little, little girl. Of course, that was an observation left to the beholder, and to Katsura Hyoukyo of East Umitori's Class 3-G, the scene before her was admittedly more adorable and entertaining than a grand epic.

"[color=9d538e]It poses little difficulty to someone of average competency,[/color]" she spoke up, voice tinged with a dry exasperation. It was obviously not an interruption that her fairy companion expected, if the sudden 'eep' that had emerged from Kanaria's mouth was any indication. Hyoukyo did not let anything show on her face as she pushed herself up into a sitting position on the couch. She was not as unseemly as the pigtailed fairy, after all.

"[color=54D1F1]Oi, warn me when you wake up okay![/color]" was the disgruntled reply from Kanaria, who had fortunately managed to keep hold of the bag in her surprise. The greedy little thing likely was unwilling to waste the food that she had bought ... with money lent by Hyoukyo.

The aforementioned class representative rested her head back against the soft surface of the sofa.

"[color=9d538e]That would be impossible if I were to be asleep.[/color]"

"[color=54D1F1]Well do it anyway![/color]"

It was uncharitably demanding of Kanaria, but it was quite clear that little would change in regards to her behaviour. The manner in which she was obsessively hugging to the unopened bag of chips was a perfect representation of her nature. Of course, she had obliged to the fairy's demands for food in the end, even changing her plans in response to the attack by purchasing from a vending machine rather than a convenience store. There was little room for her to give protest.

Her mind drifted back towards the fight. It had been necessary for her to return home early, lest her body fail entirely from the power drain of her magical techniques. Even now, her very self was exhausted, barely capable of any intense action. It was an unfortunate fact that she needed to deal with, even if it were to take her away from the battle's aftermath. Her hope was, however, that the other nearby magical warriors were competent enough to handle cleanup and proper processing of the civilians. Even if she were not present, the work of their kind could still be done.

"[color=54D1F1]So uh, can ya open it for me?[/color]"

All Hyoukyo could do now was perform a menial task.

Such as assisting her fairy companion with what was a childishly simple affair.