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As she fell into a chair, Roche's feelings were clear to every member of the club, but not so translucent to the others as to Tsubomi. She drank deeply of it, giving the Rulekeeper a little relief, if only for a few moments, if only artificially. As Nyxia asked her partner about her well-being, Tsubomi registered Kiyo's comments.

[color=00aeef]"... Can Light Girls beat them?"[/color] She formed a triangle between her hands, then slowly drew them apart in opposite diagonal directions until there was a large imaginary rectangle between them. [color=00aeef]"If the town had five big ones... We could leave."[/color]

Several seconds passed before her brain alerted her of Kiyo's question. She gave a slow nod. [color=00aeef]"Okay."[/color] 

Having accepted the other girl's proposition, she began to stand at her usual pace. Just to be certain, in case it would be needed, she drew the entirety of Roche's negative feelings into her stockpile. 

[color=0072bc]"Woah there, dumbass."[/color] Acid Drop once more became visible to her mundane self, crawling out of the light that shone in from the window as if it were an abyss and she its demon. [color=0072bc]"You're gonna try to fight Rei?"[/color]

The apathetic teen's head drifted side to side, moving as if she had been hit with a horse sedative. [color=00aeef]"Kiyo said to tell her, not fight her. If she knows, she'll know to let us know what she knows."[/color] [s]Ya know?[/s]

Finally standing at her usual slouch, she began towards the door, only to have her right wrist forcibly thrown backwards, at a pace far faster than Tsubomi had moved in years, as her magical would-be tulpa yanked it behind her. [color=0072bc]"Let's [i]not[/i] be stupid this time, yeah? Siddown and at least talk through things with the others before you commit to that."[/color]

The rainbow's other half tilted her head to the side as she turned, mostly in place, ending so that her arm was in front of her, though still with her wrist as upside down as it could twist. 

[color=00aeef]"Mm? Okay."[/color] As Acid Drop sighed and removed her hand to scratched her head, Tsubomi fell onto the ground like a cascade of molasses against a wall until she was sitting once more. Her head swayed to take in the other girls in the clubroom, before finally straightening her wrist to its normal position and propping her head up with its hand, her elbow braced against her knee.

After a moment she spoke again, this time to the ones who were actually there, a slow blink trailing over her eyes. [color=00aeef]"Should we write a letter?"[/color]