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[color=crimson]“Terrific.”[/color] There was no short amount of sarcasm in Shirley’s voice as she listened to Chiyuri’s reasoning. It was almost like talking to a child; which wasn’t too far off when she reminded herself of the other girl’s age. All the same, of all places to relax did she have to choose [i]her[/i] green hilltop? She did bat an eye at Chiyuri though when she realized she was being mocked. [color=crimson]“Funny, [i]kiddo[/i]. Did you waste a night getting that pitch perfect?”[/color]

She ignored whatever there was to say about the girl’s former trainer, finding it irrelevant in the long run. But the proposal to team up? Now there was something she couldn’t inherently or outright refuse. It was only now Shirley had paused in chewing on her apple, having eaten more than half of the fruit. The red hue of its skin still clinging to some of the flesh, she batted an eye at Chiyuri with an interested gleam.

[color=crimson]“Yes, I’ve seen you fight. You’re not half bad on the field with a blade. Not as good as me obviously, but good enough to warrant my time,”[/color] Shirley said. Another chomp of the apple was given, teeth grinding in tentative, thinking chews. A swallow later and, [color=crimson]“You know what? Why not. If anything happens, I can always let you sacrifice yourself for me kid. Free of charge, and all that.”[/color]
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