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Post by LadyEvatrice on May 30, 2017 3:26:48 GMT
As she sipped out of a fancy tea cup during some optional tea time event that she presumed was to treat the guests like some sort of aristocracy, Ryouko's eyes skimmed over the notes in one of the notebooks she had on her person. She had been meticulous about gathering as much information about the island's layout as possible, down to the appearance of the people (though she often didn't record their names, as there were only a couple of names she considered worth remembering). There seemed to be a few other girls around her age who had an interest in knowing about the supposed witch on this island, and one maid in particular had seemed to know the object of Ryouko's affection in the way a mother would gush about a child (she'd have to grill that woman later for more information). All in all, she was doing fairly good for an amateur detective in love, and she took another satisfied sip.
As she opened her eyes up, she finally noticed a young man possibly about her age seemingly looking at her in a way she could only analyze as friendly. While he could be seen as attractive to some, he had only caught her eye with how he was looking at her, since she only had eyes for her wonderfully kind and clever Master and that beautiful and brilliant manga artist. She set her teacup down to try to think of something to say that wouldn't be construed as rude, so she cleared her throat. "Ah... may I help you?" she asked, tilting her head curiously.
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