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A faint yet audible squeak is the only sound Medicine makes as you gently press your lips to her forehead, poison-laced strands of blonde hair tickling your nose. Lingering there for only a brief moment, you pull back and smile at the girl in your arms.
“Thanks, Medi.”
“Ahh, um...s'okay.” she replies quietly, looking away from you as the pinkish-purplish color of her cheeks rapidly spreads to the rest of her face. Beginning to squirm in your arms again, you wonder if you've made her uncomfortable. Bending down, you gently set Medicine on the ground, hesitantly releasing her as you notice her unsteadily swaying. Despite your questioning if she would rather you continue holding her, she hurriedly mumbles something that vaguely sounds like an assurance that she was fine and that such a thing was unnecessary.
Or, at least, that's what you think 'uhmnonothasokayI'mokayokay' was supposed to mean.
Though you are not completely convinced, especially not with the way smoke appeared to be once again pouring out of her head, you do not press the matter further.
Rising back up, you try to look back over towards where the others were, but are stopped by a sudden tugging sensation on your ear.
“Hey, now, I didn't forget about you, Su-san!” you say, turning your head to address the little, floating doll staring at you.
Arms folded across her chest, she tilts her head to one side. The very image of dignified impatience, you can practically hear the unspoken 'Yes, and...?' her posture is clearly meant to convey.
“I'd have been in big trouble if you hadn't been there. Thanks.” you say, with genuine gratitude, even if you can't say for certain about exactly what she did without being able to understand her. All you need to know is she did something, and that's enough for you.
For a moment, Su-san simply floats there, unreadable as always. As she continues to stare at you, you begin to wonder if she was satisfied with such a simple expression of gratitude. Even you have to question if it wasn't lacking something. She did help save your life, after all. In fact, she may have been as important a factor in that as Medicine was. Shouldn't it follow that she receive a similar sign of your appreciation?
You don't know if you've even been the sort who makes strange faces when they get an idea, but from the way Su-san was now slowly backing away from you, you get the distinct impression that she's picked up on what you're thinking.
“Aw, come on! I'm not going to bite you, or anything!”
Arms still crossed, she sharply turns away from you. Could the little doll speak, you have no doubt that the motion would be accompanied by an indignant 'humph'. Curiously, though, you notice that she is not moving any further away from you.
“Su-san~.” you say, trying to coax a response from her.
She does not move.
“Suuu-saaaan~!” you say again, a little more sweetly.
Again, no response, aside from a slight twitch.
“Suuuu-saaaaaaaaaaaaaan~!” you say once more, trying to sound nice but having it come out as more of a pitiful whine.
The little doll visible cringes, though you can't tell if it's due to the repetition of her name, or your delivery. Regardless, it accomplishes your objective of getting her to do something other than pretending to ignore you.
Without turning to look at you, Su-san unfolds her arms and thrusts one in your direction, leaving the other to fall to her side. Palm facing downward, she angles her hand in such a way that the back of it points directly at you.
At first, you're not sure what to make of the gesture, but it slowly begins to dawn on you what she was waiting for. The more you thought about it, and the longer you watched her, it was all too clear what she wanted you to do.
And you weren't going to do it.
“Well, okay, then.” you say, turning away from the little doll in front of you. “Let's go see what all the commotion is about. Okay, Medi?”
“H-huh? Uh, um...h'okay.” your little friend replies, the smoke wafting from her head now little more than a few thin, pinkish wisps.
As you begin to walk towards the source of the cursing and grunting that continued to echo off of the cave walls, you pay no attention to the little doll you had no doubt was now following you in huff. Not when you feel an increasingly insistent tugging on the back of your head, nor even when hair-pulling gives way to what you can only assume are the blows of little fists and shoes.
You're not the only one who can play the 'pretend to ignore you' game you think to yourself.
As dickish as it may make you feel to suddenly ignore your tiny rescuer, especially when you were thanking her for said rescue, you also feel it is somewhat dickish to not accept an honest display of gratitude in an equally honest manner.
Or whatever the female equivalent of 'dickish' happens to be.
You've never really been clear on that.
Regardless of the label given to it, you feel that if you were to give her anything, it would be nice if she did not make a display of looking as if she did not want it, even if she really did. Not only does it strike you as being somewhat impolite, but it is also more than a little confusing.
Therefore, you believe the only proper course of action is to not give her what she wants until she can have the decency to make it look like she actually wants it! Truly, it is a simple and straightforward idea that you feel cannot possibly blow up in your face.
Blow into your face, perhaps, not unlike a cloud of poison, but not up.
Not unless some of the stuff your toxic little friends are packing happens to be combustible, at least.
As you draw closer to the rest of your group, the one-doll assault on the back of your skull finally relents, and you begin to clearly see what you had already guessed.
Rolling around on the ground in front of you, each girl struggling to break free of the headlock the other had them in, was Tenshi and Parsee.
“Hey, kiddo.” Yuugi asks casually, as she intently watches the struggle in front of her. “Still alive?”
“Yeah, I am.” you say in a similarly casual manner.
[ ] “...no thanks to you.”
[ ] “...what did I miss?”
[ ] “...who's winning?”
[ ] “...you've got some bridge on you.”
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