Himawari's grip loosened on Nadeshiko as Yuuki tapped her shoulder. She looked at the other girl over her shoulder for a moment, then followed her line of sight to the... there was someone watching? Oh, damn it, that was [i]just[/i] what she needed! Some other moron to go and see Nadeshiko saying stupid perverted things and get everything completely wrong and misunderstood! Irritably, she released Nadeshiko entirely to face this newcomer. She heard... something clatter a ways down the hall, but she had no idea what it was and really at the moment she was focused on figuring out how much the random girl had seen. And the way she was talking... it was shifty! It was really really shifty! Himawari didn't like it one bit!

"You sound all weird," said the brown-haired girl, folding her arms and frowning deeply, "How long have you been watching? Why would you do that? Just watching people is weird and creepy. Only weird, creepy idiots would stand around and watch people having a conversation."

That was all this was. There was no... perverted comments. If Himawari could deny they existed, she would! What was much harder to deny, however, was when Nadeshiko suddenly blurted out something incoherent... and collided with her. Set off-balance, Himawari fell... onto Nadeshiko.

Through the miracle of 'every situation that is remotely like this in any way must be embarrassing to Himawari as much as possible', her face had landed... between Nadeshiko's legs. Under her skirt.

Yes, things were not going well for Himawari today. Not at all. Worse yet, her rear was in the air and her skirt had flipped, showing off her kitten-print underwear to the world for the second time in one day.

To put it simply, when Himawari got her bearings she would be a very unhappy girl.