Now it was Enma who wondered. This panic is a bit more than she expected. Loyola stops pressing and now their bodies just were touching each other without hurting anyone. Moving her head to the side Enma is moving her lips closer and whispering. "Oh, I actually what to know what did you have in mind."
Mione shuddered. It wasn't the violence she was afraid of, it was her unpredictable behaviour that did. "It's nothing I should bother you for. I'm sorry. I won't do that again." she tried to imitate Loyola's tone of voice, but managed to just say it a lot more rapidly instead.
She tried to think of something that wouldn't piss her off further, asking what it's like to be an alien isn't exactly something that would be suitable for the "conversation". Nothing came to mind, however - buying time was the only thing she could do.
Hearing and seeing that, Loyola looks really disappointed. "You know that each of generation of our families married, and that we are of the same blood. Do you really believe that I would hurt you?" She moved a bit forward to slightly touch Leila's lips. "In fact I plan to adopt you as my sister, I don't care what your family would think. I'm not feeling like they can do anything, since we are departing to Omicron Rho soon enough."
She turned around, looking at her bag on the floor. "Right, now get some shoes and dress for me. Going like this is... just not." Enma said looking into the mirror.
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