Where's my appreciation for the trash prince's fiancee? That little lady looked at the challenge and (after a little coaching in using blunt force instruments, presumably) WENT FOR THE THROAT
Ch. 20 Mari(stelle) doing the upper crust of nobility a serious frighten. I am waiting for both guys to finally adjust to her randomness and just...try to be serene in the face of an agent of chaos.
Lovely.
When the audacity of "You forgot your sword" finally culminates in "wrapped his arms around me and we fell both asleep in peace". That's what the struggle was for, yeah?
But I feel this guy deeply, "Ok. So this is happening. But WHY IS THIS HAPPENING?" And then no one provides a sufficient answer.
Man, the amount of "Hunh" perfectly reflects my mood.
And I love Yoshino's love for hairdryers. And that the beats of their back and forth only dips once: WHADDYA MEAN YER SKIPPED SCHOOL.
(And yes, I agree with Yoshino, this is NOT the right time nor place to let him know about the small kidney arc.)
People are apparently divided into 2 cathegories in this story:
1. she's stuttering, nevermind then, can't do anything.
2. she's stuttering, omg so cute, protecc, I will expect things from her without ever actually asking if they're within her scope of abilities, I can't see how this could go wrong.
And then there's Ruth.
"Why would you do it that way? HUNH?! Nobody taught you? WATCH THIS. Once I am done with you, I can slack off BIG TIME. You can't do what? Of course you can, look you gotta-"
I will not talk about her family because they deserve a lot ~ but not mentioning.
Reading the msg of the placeholder drives home how much I DO NOT KNOW what's happening. I don't even know where to begin with asking.
I love this guy. You can count on him to freak out at inopportune times and if you look deeper, for all the strange reasons, too. Perfect.
Like, he'll be finetuned to how tense the atmosphere is and then worry about the wrong persons (my guy, how about yourself?), for the wrong reasons (No, Esteban is not trying to use his looks, that's your bias talking, bestie), while severly limited by social constipation in all the wrong places.