"I don't know if that's a good idea—Oh well!" Clair answered Kanbaru's call for them to make use of their good in a baffled tone. Something—perhaps the murderous look in the angel girl's eyes—kinda made Clair feel like that wasn't such a great idea. However, before she could do anything else, she shrugged at the sight of her two companions going ahead and doing it either way.
Before she could answer Itsuko's question or anything else for that matter, the whole group saw themselves magically yeeted to a dark office somewhere else in the city.
"I don't know. Maybe, but you look like the kind of gal someone wouldn't forget so easily. So, who knows? Have you ever been to one of the other floors? Maybe we crossed paths on Kitty Kat's bar or something like this," she asked back once she finally got the chance.
Clair ignored her friends' idea of a plan. First of all, she was still halfway sure they would get skinned alive if they went any further. And second, while the smallish blonde didn't have a complex about her body shape, she felt throughout offended that Kanabru and Rose thought that knocking their honkers in the President's face like that was the only way to get things done.
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"Oh my, you're flattering me like this~" Aria twitched her ears as at least someone else agreed with her.
"And who would you be, young..." Before she could finish asking Caprice's name, they were teleported to a dank office somewhere else in the city (supposedly).
"... miss?" she finished her stretched out question.
Similarly to Clair, Aria observed everything that happened silently. The foxy knight was content on fawning over Takara, practically holding back a squeal as she saw the youngling cuddling against his pillow to sleep. In fact, Aria wondered if he would be willing to trade the hard table for a more comfortable place like her lap as she found a pulled a chair and sat beside him.
Meanwhile, Iona creased her brow at the sight of Kanbaru and Rose's advances towards the President. She knew they were in vain, but even that wasn't enough to not make the angel feel like snapping them like a twig.
It was only by the grace of having angelic patience that she offered to leave the room and prepare some tea for them. Maybe she would even take a detour and go ask a certain midget in the school's science laboratory for some "additives".