My request snapped the short girl back to reality; she reached into her oversized clothes and pulled out a skull. It looked like an orangutan's skull, but it also resembled a human's. Rimel asked excitedly.
"Is this your weapon? What's its name?"
Right after saying I just wanted to know her skills, we asked the name of her weapon; she's definitely going to get cranky.
"Standing on the Left on the Escalator!"
Since she spat out six words in one breath, I was caught off guard and involuntarily asked again.
"Is that the name of your weapon?"
"Yeah, what about it? Don't like it, you hobo-looking creep!"
She answered Rimel so nicely, but when it was my turn, she spewed fire, not even caring that she was knee-high to a grasshopper. I stepped out of the way; I'm leaving this to the girls of the party.
"How many skills do you have?"
Elenora stepped in and saved me; I swear I won't open my mouth again.
"Two. This is one of them!"
"Monday Syndrome!"
