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[color=orange]"Huh."[/color] Earthshaker stood transformed, leaning against a table of potted azaleas as she watched a shockingly lax Nyxia. It was inevitable that the laser-fetishist had to have a soft spot that wasn't entirely due to lasers or her departed brother, but she really hadn't expected it to be anything this flowery.

She looked back over her shoulder, spying Suki and Tsubomi perched on a rooftop, as unsubtle as could be expected of the pair. Yet again failing to let her have an actual conversation and try to dispel this bizarre belief that she wanted to pound Suki's face into hamburger meat. 

[color=orange][i]Not that it wouldn't be a little cathartic after all the trouble she's caused me.[/i][/color] Earthshaker would admit in the safety of her mind, only to resume her silent vigil of the flowershop. While Nyxia was enjoying the sights and smells like a woman starved, the dark-skinned magical girl was keeping an eye upon the regular customers and employees. 

After all, if normal people couldn't see them, then whomever reacted to their strange appearances would have to be a Magical Girl, transformed or otherwise.

[color=orange]"Though I suppose if this washes out we can always pick up some flowers for the club room....."[/color]