Magica Royale
Ngggnnnnn. Cute. Painfully cute! There it was-- a flustered Shiemi! How often had she been at the OTHER end of that equation?
...And then, her actions backfired. Horribly.
" E-ehh?!? W-what are you-- OH MY WORD, NO. " Akane sputtered, flailing a bit as she tried to block that image out of her head. Gah! She should have known the pinkette would fight dirty! Within a matter of seconds, the girl had gone from her pleasant fair toned skin to the color of a persimmon. She gave her friend a light shove, toppling her over on the couch, and buried her face in her hands, flopping back the other way herself.
Shiemi toppled sideways (carefully making sure not to squish Padfoot, who was still nestled in her lap), giggling impishly, her face still red. She lay there for a moment with a faint sense of relief under her amusement, before lurching forward (Padfoot safely set on the couch beside her) to resume her teasing.
"Akane-nyan~" Shiemi cooed through another giggle, leaning over Akane, supporting her weight on her hands on either side of the girl. "Ah, or is it supposed to be 'Master'?"
