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Acid Drop's head tilted to the side, then to the other. It was too slow to crack her neck, but it confirmed to her that she didn't just magically get her magic back. At this point, she'd slow everyone else down. Which would normally not occur to her, but given her recent attempts to be understanding of others, she was learning to think of things like that. 

[color=00aeef]"Mm. Go on ahead. I'll catch up."[/color] It was too mundane for Acid Drop, the way her words crawled their way off her tongue. Once more it was as if Tsubomi was piloting a facsimile of her magical alter ego, rather than turning into it. 

The inner landscape of her mind was once more the stage she used to perform on, but now it was a blank canvas with no props or actors. She had no script, she had only her now tattered and worn costume, and there was nobody in the audience other than those in the room with her outside of her head. There wasn't any lighting on the stage, and even the voice in her head was a no-show this time.

With nothing else to do, she sat on the edge of the stage once more as her real-world body began its walk out the door to the Club room and further to the school entrance. Having no script to read to pass the time, no movements to practice, no spotlight to lead her to the right place... It was not an experience she was used to. 

A silver lining seemed to be there, though. While she was busy in her own internal world, her body was moving at a just notably faster pace than it had been all day. Just barely fast enough to get out of the school before she expected, before she realized she was moving like she was. 

[color=00aeef][i]Mm. Strange.[/i][/color]