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"No, damn it! No hiding." Rumia freezes instantly, turning to you with a panicked expression on her face that you've never seen before, holding her index finger in front of her mouth to shut you up; you merely make a dismissive hand gesture at her and continue.
"This sort of thing can't go on forever. You're staying right where you are, I'm letting Flandre in, and I'm going to calmly resume drawing you. And we're all going to be friendly and have a nice little chat."
"You don't get to make such decisions on your own when they regard my life or death!" Baring her teeth with widening eyes, the little monster's face right now fills you with some sort of unexplained delight; now she knows what you've felt like when she was still trying to catch you and make you her lunch. What color was left in her face quickly drains once she realizes the error of having raised her voice just now.
"Is... someone else in there with you..?" Flandre's voice sounds a little... hesitant? No, that's not it...
"Yeah, but it's no problem at all. Come on in!" Casually resuming drawing a frozen-in-fear Rumia, commenting that she shouldn't make funny faces like that with a smirk, you hear the door open, your attention quickly drawn to the shocked gasp escaping Flandre's lips as she notices just
who you're sharing your room with. You greet her with a smile.
"Good morning."
For a brief moment, Rumia and Flandre just stare at one another silently, both of them like unmoving statues. To be fair, you can't help but stare at her, yourself; that outfit you bought her? She's wearing it. Well, not all of it; instead of the baggy shorts, she's still wearing a skirt. Still, the hoodie alone is enough to give her a completely different image; it's refreshing, in a way, especially when you consider that you've never seen her wear -anything- other than her regular outfit or her pajamas so far.
Now if only she didn't look so mortified. And weren't awkwardly raising her twitching arm, a strange and contorted expression on her face, eyes bulging, nostrils flared, mouth open with fangs bared and drawing heavy breaths, slowly clenching her fingers into a fist in Rumia's general direction...
Deciding to calm the girl down before things get ugly, you stand up between the two and approach Flandre, placing your hands on her shoulders in an attempt to get her to take it easy. After still staring right through your chest for a few seconds, she finally looks up at you, a confused and startled look on her face, mouth open and lower lip trembling.
"W-wha... why..?"
"Why what?"
"T-that!" Again with the shaky arm, she points behind you at your self-declared little sister figure sitting on your bed, completely paralyzed and pale as a corpse.
"Tsk, it's impolite to call other people 'that'. Be nice, now - we're all friends here, right?" Having said that - with enough conviction in your voice to just confuse Flandre a little bit more - you gently lead her over to the bed, prompting her to sit down next to Rumia; neither girl seems particularly pleased at this at all, Rumia looking as if she's about to drop dead, and Flandre still seeming in utter disbelief and horror over the whole situation. Oh boy. Time to play the mediator.
"See, Flan, Rumia and I-..." Hm. Just in case, best to tell the truth instead of spinning more thinly-veiled lies here; but nobody says you have to reveal unnecessary details just yet. That time will come soon enough.
"...We had a little contest, to settle our differences. Long story short, she'll be staying with me for a while; the good part is that we're on
mostly sort of not quite friendly terms now. She's actually a nice girl at heart, I'm sure; so, I'd like for you to try and get along with her. Okay?" No answer; you turn to the other red-eyed blonde girl as well, so as not to make Flandre feel like she's being made the villain here.
"And you too, Rumia. Flandre is a sweet girl. I know you don't know her that well just yet, and might've gotten off on the wrong foot, but... I'd like for you to try and be her friend, too."
Reactions?
None, at first, other than the two avoiding looking at one another; you can see Flandre's fingernails gradually digging into the side of your bed, leaving deepening punctures into the wood and starkly contrasting with the tranquil and serene smile she offers you with an empty nod; whereas Rumia is shivering all over her body just subtly enough to not be immediately visible without focusing on her, a stiff and lifeless smile forced onto her face, eyes distant and strangely shiny.
Wait, you've got a
possibly brilliant idea!
"Say, Flan... I was just drawing a portrait of Rumia - you know I like to draw, right?" You can't recall whether or not you've ever told her of your spontaneously discovered desire to capture all of Gensokyo's beauty on paper during your stay here.
"...But since you're here now... maybe you'd like to join her in the picture?" Finally, the vampire sends a narrow-eyed glance at the man-eater beside her; it's an unusual look for her, that inhumanly serene smile still lingering on her lips, with the slightest hint of a fang sticking out, pupils somewhere between their normal appearance and slits, eyelids lowered just slightly. You'd wear her eyes seem to glow just a little in the relatively low light of your room in the morning, and for a moment you find yourself becoming painfully aware of just what these two creatures are, sitting before you... You try to swallow, but it gets caught in your dry throat, and your body is covered in a cold sweat all of a sudden - something about Flandre right now, this Flandre, is... unnerving.
"Sure~"
...
It is done. Just to add the final touch with that red pen again... It feels odd, really. Rumia looking so uncharacteristically serious on this picture, and Flandre having some dark air about her... You're not quite sure you like what you've drawn just now. During the process, you had tried to spark some semblance of conversation amongst the three of you, with little in the way of results, Rumia mumbling or blurting out stock responses mostly limited to 'yes' or 'no', and Flandre only going on to ask Rumia for her opinion on anything you say to Flandre. And yet, while at first you thought you sensed malevolence in Flandre's actions, there is also a strong sense of sadness in her voice when she does speak. Despite your assurance that you and Rumia are friends now (sort of), it seems to bother her even if you asked her regardless. Does she simply despise the girl so much, or did she simply not wish to find out like this? Is she offended, or feeling betrayed? Heartbroken?
Jealous?
"Mmm... I like it." Speaking of Flandre, she seems to have soundlessly made her way behind you, and is peeking over your shoulder at your creation; glancing to the side, you notice a mild smirk on her face. She places a hand on your shoulder, gripping it tightly in a manner you can only surmise to be demonstrative.
"Rumia is pretty, isn't she? Don't you think so, Jin?"
"Um, w-well..." Women should be banned from asking questions like that from poor undeserving men. Fortunately, she releases you from her grip, instead walking over to Rumia who seems to have fallen into her own little world at some point; as Flandre bows down so her face is level with the sitting Rumia, she snaps out of it, face paling yet again and eyes widening in terror, yet her parted lips emit not a single noise.
And then Flandre smiles.
"It is nice to properly make your acquaintance." Having uttered these strangely ominous words, she stands upright yet again, turning to the side and heading for the door.
"...Huh? Oh, we're leaving already? Hang on, let me-..."
She interrupts you, looking over her shoulder, still smiling. Something feels off about that smile, though.
"Actually, I'm not feeling so good, all of a sudden... I think the sun's a little too intensive this morning. I'm sorry; I'll make it up to you sometime." She lifts a hand, waving her fingers at you with a soft chuckle, not seeming unwell at all, speaking strictly health-wise.
"I think I'll be going back home now. You two take care."
"But-... Hey, wait-..." The door closes behind her, your outstretched hand slowly descending.
Well.
That.
Didn't go as well as you had hoped. Although it wasn't quite all -that- unexpected, either, is what you tell yourself to feel better. Looking over to the bed, you see Rumia still in her spot... Except she's not sitting anymore, but curled up, lying on her side with the sheets pulled over her head, arms wrapped around her legs, trembling and... sobbing to herself, softly? You're not sure, but...
Gah, what the hell is a guy expected to do in a situation like this.
[] Chase after Flandre.
-{} Offer to walk her home; you had hoped to stay at the mansion for the weekend anyway, right?
-{} (Write-in)
[] Stay here.
-{} Comfort Rumia. You can't blame her for this outcome, since you were the one who refused to let her hide anyway.
-{] Go back to bed and pretend these last two weeks have been nothing but one nasty-ass nightmare.
-{} (Write-in)
[] Go out on the town to clear your head.
[] (Write-in)