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Just a… little… more…
Without fail, it always happened in any store she went to. An inexplicable attraction that defied odds. There was a term for this, she was sure, and once she wasn’t entirely focused on maintaining her balance on the tips of her toes she would figure it out.
–But seriously, who puts the cup ramen on the top shelf every time?!
Despite the strain her fingers did little more than graze the packages, and despite the constant failures every person who ventured too close was met with a harsh glare. A warning that no help was needed; that Kurisu Makise, accomplished scientist and girl genius, wouldn’t be bested by a shelf or person that so happened to dwarf her by a foot.
Worst of all, she simply wouldn’t allow the thought that a certain stupid hallucinating chuunibyou would be nice to have around at this moment, if only for the amount of time it takes to grab a cup of salt ramen and leave without so much as a ‘it seems I’ve found the weakness of the Organization’s zombie. With this, Operation Norn can commence without hesitation!’
By the time the tingle going up her spine from that haughty laugh ringing in her ears subsided, it was too late to stop the passerby that finally managed to grab the item she’d been reaching for for too long. Still, even if they saved her a day of foot cramps she didn’t hesitate to retort in annoyance.
“I definitely could have gotten that on my own, you know!”
Ah, forgive her; she can’t help but be angry after thinking about that idiot.
