SELF-RISER.

　` o — iiiii! hey, i can’t see! ` she sighs, hands on her hips and her head shaking a couple of times before she opens her ( godforsaken ) mouth. ` seriously~? i have some important work to be doing here... `

　` wah?! of course i can figure this out! i’m a teenager, after all! ` smooths out the paper bill on her knee before trying to put it back in the vending machine, but — ` ahh, come on! i just want my juice! `

　` is that...? ` a cartoonish dollop of drool ( nonexistent, but nonetheless, it might as well be there ) rolls down her chin, and she leans over the bench. ` uh...not to sound greedy or anything, but can i have some of that? `

　` wah...! ` she claps a couple of times, a childish sparkle in her eyes. ` wow, that was pretty cool?! the way you posed and stuff...haha, it looked like fun! `

　` haaah? are you underestimating my abilities? that’s a terrible assumption, you know! ` one foot’s already over the police tape, the other tapping impatiently at this boy that happened to pass by. ` so? anything else to say? `

　` aha, even if you call me that — ` she pauses, the prospect of ‘nicknames’ dawning all-too slowly due her her inexperiences with others. ` i don’t actually like cheese~? fufu, but if you add ‘detective’ in front of that...then it’s fine! `

　` eeh? chee — se~ `

　it’s when she utters the last syllable does she realize the girl’s intentions. an amused smile plasters itself on her face, and she nods. ` fufu, i see what you did there. it’s clever, i guess, but watch me do better! ♪ `