Sounds began to sharpen once more, and the lively chatter from the living room filled my ears.
"That's nice," the girl suddenly exclaimed.
"Huh?" Misaki Saki stopped the little fists she had been swinging relentlessly at Haruka Yuzan, turned her head with a curious expression,
"Hoshina, what did you just say?"
Arisugawa Hoshina moistened her red lips with a small smile and said,
"I said, Misaki, your drawing is really good, I like it a lot."
"Ahahaha!!!"
That single sentence brought Misaki Saki's onslaught on Haruka to a halt, she placed her hands on her hips, her cute and fair little face beaming with irrepressible pride,
"I told you so! Hahaha! It's merely a record of the meeting's details! No one can draw it more detailed and vividly than me in twenty minutes!!!"
Watching the little figure trembling with laughter, Haruka Yuzan covered his head with his hand, feeling helpless—indeed, no one could draw it more detailed and vividly than her in twenty minutes.
