Just when I tried to think about it…
Our telepathic connection snaps as Nelia yelps, pointing at a guitar case on the floor. It seems that triggers something in her.
"Sensei! Oh my god, now I remember everything! I have so much to tell you. I mentioned that I want to tell you about this girl, right? Things went crazier than you getting stolen from me by a swarm of students!"
"Is this really important?"
"Hm'm!" Nelia nods hard, "Super! You know, when you were getting carried by the swarm, I tried to reach out for you with my hand. I could have. But then this girl grabbed me away from you. I saw her. Just imagine a girl that's not very cute with her brown bob cut. And even mind blowing, she has the audacity to DEMAND me to give her your jacket."
When she said that, I finally realized my body is a lot more cooler than usual. It's making me uncomfortable. And my jacket is still hugging her.
Nelia continues, "She tries to mug me!"
Mugging? I raise my eyebrow, "This person was holding a weapon?"
Nelia nods three times, "Oh hell yes. They were her eyes! Her eyes were the sharpest I've ever seen in my life. Super sharp eyes, my skin bled!"
Now that's an exaggeration from Nelia.
"I was so scared…"
"Despite that," I say, "you still keep the jacket with you."
"Yes, of course. Absolutely!" Nelia grabs the sleeve, "She wouldn't be enough to make me crumble the trust you've given me. I treat this jacket as a part of my life!"
… Why she gotta say it like that. Now I'm a lot more concerned about her relationship with my (just a) jacket. "You're not planning to keep it, are you?"
"Ah…." her mouth hangs open until she closes it, eyes pleading. "Can I keep it?"
She hugs herself. Or rather my jacket.
And, weirded out, my answer is obvious. "No."
"Aw…."
After that, she proceeds "Do you want me to strip it and return it back to you now?" (Which I have answered, 'just take them off, Nelia.')
Jacket is returned. And it happily hugs me back again. Still smelling feminine.
I have another question for Nelia.
"You were looking for me but how do you know I'm here? I could be anywhere after getting carried away."
Still puckering her lips, she answers. "Well, I, you know." She grins and scratches the back of her head, exposing her armpit (which I avoid looking at.) "I kinda smelled you."
Is this like, an alternative sentence for 'you're smelly.' No, I don't think so. Knowing Nelia, she's not very tend to do metaphor or simile (hell does she even know those?). "You… smelled me all the way from the school?"
Nelia nuzzles her nose to red. "Ey-yup!"
What.
"But I didn't smell her tho…" Nelia's eyes poke Remelia.
And the vampire princess is happy to snort. "You should have. This is my house."
"Huh?" Nelia tilts her head, the black hair pouring out of question marks. "You mean, like, you're the president of this club."
Remelia crosses her arm, "Depends. Does the president seats the same as a leader?"
"Basically, yes."
"All right, then yes. I'm the queen, leader, general, and the queen of this area." She says that with a high chin.
This vampire… saying unnecessary things. She's really pushing her luck.
Nelia glances at me, "Thought this club was just opening."
"..."
At this point, it's too late to change the course of this conversation. Despite my decision to end it all just an hour ago…
"Apparently, Remelia here is the president of this club now."
… Once again, I've found myself covering for the vampire.
Remelia turns to me with a proud smile. She gives me a thumbs up.
I ignore them.
Hand jumps to her mouth as she gasps. "Oh my god, I should have known. You do look like a president!"
Remelia laughs, "And a queen!"
"Yes," Nelia throws out her finger, "and a queen, obviously. Have I mentioned that I love your hair?"
"No."
"I love your hair!"
'You should see them under the moonlight, mwahahahha!"
"I should have, bwahahahaa!"
Two weird girls laughing on different couches in the same room. The fuck is going on here?
I give Nelia a suspicious look. What is she trying here?
For once, Nelia chose to give her eyes to Remelia. They are shining. "Oh, great Remelia president, can I give you all of my respects?"
"Huh? Is this you begging to be my servant?" Nelia asks.
"Maybe." Nelia nods with a smile, "but does that mean you'll be my president?"
…
The room goes silent.
Ah, so this is what Nelia is planning. She's trying to capture a member spot on her own.
I look at Remelia and shake my head. And if Remelia is smart as she says she is, she suppose to know what I'm trying to get on here.
The scarlet eyes rustle back to the OmO Nelia.
And Remelia says, "And the queen. I'll become your queen."
Nelia stands up and pulls out her hand up. "Thank you for accepting me!"
"Of course, bwahaha, while you're at it, make a praise song for me!"
Wait. Hol up hol up hol up hold up.
"Remelia. Nelia." I voiced out.
The two of them turn to me.
"I'm sorry to break this to you but--"
Bang!
The three of us jump in unity as we search for where the bang came from.
Behind us.
The door is rattling open.
And standing on it, is a sharp brown headed girl with sharp eyes. A big guitar case waving behind her back which we know sleeps her exorcism equipment, Ayane.
…
All right. This is not the type of crossover I wished for.