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As Chikako answered flare’s question and tried to address the situation, it was immediately obvious how impulsive Chika was. Looking at the events unfold, Flare decided she was going to stick around chika to make sure she didn’t get in over her head. 

All according to keikaku, she promptly followed Chika as the impulsive cheerleader had decided to socialize with the reclusive maiya while chomping on a sandwich, something that put a smile on her face; as she was very glad to see many people dig into the sandwiches she made. Flipping her ponytail behind her to not get it into the food, she took a seat next to the girls with her lips opening as if she was about to say something.

She did not speak though, as two people entered the hall. It looked like the pink girl had slept inside of a bush, or at least tried to, for some reason. It almost raised a literal question mark above Flare’s head, as she had absolutely no idea how one night could ruin a person’s appearance that much. 

Next up was the oh-so-stoic Shirou. Flare physically cringed as she looked at the baseball bat that Shirou used as a walking stick; he should’ve just asked for an escort...At least the discussion he presented interested her enough to overlook the blatant disregard for self-preservation...again.

[color=fbd178]“I doubt anyone found anything interesting, or they would’ve come clean already.”[/color]

[color=999cc8]“Not everyone is here yet, you know...”[/color]

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In the opening of the mess hall, surrounded by godrays, stood the silhouette of snow. Her hair looked marvelous as always, and her make-up seemed to be right up to the standards of her usual princess status. As she graciously stepped into the mess hall, the wind of the closing doors behind her swept her lush locks of silver hair into waves more endearing than a sunlit ocean.

And then the doors slammed shut behind her...

“[I][b]BAM[/b][/I]”

With the most squeamish sounding scream she ever uttered, she stumbled further into the room, flailing her arms in a desperate attempt to keep balance, almost falling over a chair, and eventually stopping herself after what seemed like hours of torture. Her arms were still raised in the air, but her head, and most of her upper body was facing down; too embarrassed to look up.

And then she [i]did[/i] look up. With red cheeks and a flustered expression, she casually played with her hair before clearing her throat.

[color=999cc8]“While everyone was busy cowering in fear or cleaning up unnecessary wounds, [i]I[/i] have scouted out this entire prison.”[/color] While she tried to sound very confident and authoritative, her crackling voice still conveyed her embarrassment clearly. [color=999cc8]“It’s obvious that this place used to be a camping ground, but the entire perimeter is surrounded by electric fences, and there’s only two exits, both of which are fatal to cross.”[/color] She grabbed a chair and placed it in the middle of the mess hall, slowly and carefully sitting down, as if to avoid any further ‘issues’. With her legs crossed, she continued,

[color=999cc8]“There are a lot of buildings, and I’ve found some useful items in some of them but...There is one building that is closed.”[/color] She grabbed her e-handbook and pointed towards the office, the redness slowly disappearing from her cheeks. [color=999cc8]”I’m sure any person with half as much a brain as the [i]morons[/i] who trapped as here will understand...That building is the operations-center.”[/color]

Standing up from her chair, her embarrassment now seemed to be completely replaced with confidence. [color=999cc8]“So! All we have to do is break into that building and force our captors to release us...Somehow.”[/color]

[color=92278f]"...uh, Snow?"[/color] A familiar voice interjected as Snow had just finished her contribution to the discussion, Aurel, just like yesterday, appeared right by her side holding a glass of warm milk and some kind of purple juice. If she wasn’t so startled by Aurel’s sudden appearance, she might have noticed [i]another[/i] sudden appearance; that of multiple glasses of water to accentuate the already present sandwiches.

[color=92278f]"Y'might wanna wait 'till everyone's here before talking about what [i][b]we[/b][/i] investigated,[/color] He said assertively, or so it would’ve been if he wasn’t looking away for the entire time; and yet it still hit it’s mark as Snow seemed at a loss for words.

[color=999cc8]“Wha-no-I…”[/color] In the end she chose to just cross her arms, look the other direction, and pout...honestly, that boy just took every opportunity to annoy her to the max.


[color=92278f]"... also, here,"[/color] Aurel continued as he placed the glass of milk on the closest table to Snow. At first, she didn’t even look at the drink, but after giving it a short glance, her eyes seemed in turmoil.

[color=999cc8]“I don’t need your milk! I can get my own...milk….”[/color] her words were abrupt and yet, there was hesitation in it; how did he know? How did he find out that Snow’s favorite beverage was hot milk, preferably with honey...it was...so annoying, and yet she couldn’t help but give in to temptation, as she slowly scurried towards the milk to smell it’s deliciously hot savory aroma.

[color=92278f]"O-oh... I... only really got it for you."[/color] Aurel said, and in return, Snow’s gaze upon the milk shortly shifted to the resident thief, seemingly filled with astonishment and gratitude, but the gaze lasted for but a split-second as Snow looked back upon the steaming milk with her usual resting-bitch-face.

[color=999cc8]“Well...it’ll just be thrown away anyway…”[/color] She sharply said, [color=999cc8]“and get cold.”[/color] she whispered after before taking a sip, leaving a barely noticeable smile on her face. She then peered towards Aurel a last time before uttering:

[color=999cc8]“You explored yesterday too right? Tell them what you found.”[/color] she bossily commanded with a hand gesture before finally digging into the sweet milk.

[color=92278f]"... er, uhm, I-I'll do that later... gonna... distribute the rest of these drinks..."[/color] And with that, the interaction between the ice queen and tiefling was finished.