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[center] [color=LightBlue]W-What the fuuu…[/color]
[color=888888]-Norika Tsukishima[/color][/center]

No matter how prepared Norika thought she was, nothing could have prepared her for the voice which called out from the other side of her bedroom door.

[color=LightBlue]“N-No…”[/color] she whispered in stunned terror as she clutched her hands over her furiously racing heart.

[color=LightBlue][i]No no no no no no [b]NO!!![/b][/i][/color] Norika cried into the horrified depths of her mind. [color=LightBlue][i]I-It… I-It [b]can’t[/b] be…![/i][/color]

But she knew it [i]was.[/i] Even if it sounded a bit muffled, there could be no mistaking that slightly chipper, boyish voice. 

[color=LightBlue][i]W-What the hell is [b]he[/b] doing here?![/i][/color] her mind screamed, even as her meek voice stammered an utterly untrue, [color=LightBlue]“Y-Yes…”[/color] in response to his query. Of [i]course[/i] she wasn’t ready for another session of passive aggressive verbal sparring with this annoying brat, but it wasn’t as if she had any choice.

Yet, if the boy’s [i]voice[/i] was shocking, his [i]appearance[/i] when the door finally swung open was even more so.

[color=LightBlue][i]W-What the fuck is he wearing?![/i][/color] Norika wondered, even as she gasped at the bizarre sight, her frail, shuddering form cringing in fear where it sat on the bed.

The whole situation was so surreal, so much like some feverish dream or nightmare, that Norika was too busy trying to wrap her dizzy head around what was happening to fully register, let alone comprehend, what her “tutor” was saying. The hats on sticks he was waving in front of her only added to the absurdity.

Finally, Norika was able to compose her whirling thoughts enough to speak. [color=LightBlue]“F-Finn…?”[/color] she asked hesitantly. [color=LightBlue]“W-What are you doing here? A-And what is that you’re [i]wearing?[/i]”[/color]