I expected Miss Blanc to set me down on her stomach like it was a bean bag chair, but I saw the blush off my nose when she needled my feet into the meat of her cleavage, instead, pushing me in till I was in up to my armpits.
"...Miss Blanc?"
"How's that for a view?" She teased, the ripples from her giggling massaging my entire body.
When I turned around, which was many seconds after I just sat in stunned silence, taking in my surroundings, Miss Blanc had a humored smile along her beak as our eyes met. It was the same smile she had whenever she was playing video games, specifically when she was using me and Yazumi to bloody up the virtual floor and mop it up again, and she let out a cute chuckle as I returned with a nervous one.
Despite all the obvious red flags, it just felt more eerie than anything; in all the times we'd hung out together, Miss Blanc'd never gotten so...personal with me, and yet she hitched up her controller as if everything with the scene was totally normal, her expression turning rather smug.
"Ready to test out your theory?" She asked confidently, the sound of gunfire erupting behind me.
I spun over to the screen, and yelped at the sight of blood spurting from my avatar's back as Miss Blanc's fired at him with a machine gun, and desperately grabbed my controller to tuck and roll out of harm's way. It only made her titter more, and I couldn't sense her confidence waning as I rapidly armed myself up, trying to come up with any kind of strategy...
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