Crash! Bang, Whallop! Someone has tumbled clear through the front door of PROBABLY someone's cafe, probably. Face first into the floor, followed by a surprisingly quick recovery! And a disgruntled "Ah me bleedin' HEAD!" fdusijfsakdfjdlakjgnfdkjsk
“Uhh... you okay, blondie?”
Crescent was just busy looking after the cafe during off-hours, and there she is, CRASHING through the front door, even if it’s closed. Gensokyo, really. So she did what any sane fairy would do.
Poke her with a stick.
... poke poke.
“It’s official. Marisa Kirisame, you lost even more brain cells than usual. Sorry.”
Good!













