( ; though sueji flusters when her friend laughs, it doesn’t take much long before she joins the outburst, as she personally finds her own actions ridiculous ) geez, i think my soul is too old for cutesy acts. BUT, before i blubber once more…. and i’m sure it’ll only be about how school is exhausting me— ( ; with a pause, she reciprocates the cordial gesture with a brief curtsey, bending her knee backwards with the pleats of her skirt slightly spread out then proceeds to extending her own hand to shake her friend’s ) enchantée. je m'appelle, sueji. your favourite florist, future wife and the source of your headaches…. but don’t worry! i’m quite sure i’ll realise it one day, how i’d want to be the cure at the same time. hah.

_{“No soul is too old… unless you’re… I guess, proficient in ancient stuff and those are the only things that interest you or…” She could continue on with the list and theorize all she wants but the moment the other mentions the word school, it’s almost treated as if it’s a trigger word. Eyes widen and a forefinger is raised, pointing at her with scrutiny. “Yah, what was our deal?” Her tone was firm and it might have come off scolding. But she gets distracted once again with the foreign language thrown at her. “Whoa there, croissant baguette princess! I don’t know what these things mean. Are you cussing me out?!” She says as her voice cracks through the emphasized intonation within the question, which was to indicate that she was obviously joking. “That’s so cute, though. Awh…” Now with a softer tone, her loosely curled fists press gently against her cheeks. “How can I match this now?”}