"Hey, listen to me!" Flamme snapped, pulling Reina's sleeve with an exaggerated whine.
"Yeah, yeah, I get it. You're frustrated and it's all Stacia's fault and whatnot," Reina replied dryly, already predicting the direction this would go.
"Hoho~ so you do understand! Hehe, that's why we need to—wait, where are you going?"
Reina stood up, dusting her skirt. "I've got to prepare."
"Prepare for what?" Flamme blinked, confused as she leaned back on the bench like a lazy cat.
"My match," Reina answered without pause.
"You need preparations for things like that? Oh come on, just stay here and spend time with me! It's rare for me to be this affectionate, you know!"
"Sorry, but you're going to have to handle that on your own," Reina said with a sigh. "And also, I don't really need your affection."
If anything, Flamme's clinginess was making her more annoyed than comforted.
