[Voice]

[prettygirlkanon]

Um... Kanon can't remember the weekend like, at all? But apparently she did a lot of work. Is this like super concentration? So weird...Hatsu-chan, Grell-chan, Kanon has stuff for you

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[moarcowbell]

A gift for me?

[prettygirlkanon]

Yeah. It's that shirt.

[moarcowbell]

Ah.. thank you.

[prettygirlkanon]

It's nothing. [Awkward pause.] ...Um... Is this your bracelet Kanon has? ...She can't remember getting it.

[moarcowbell]

Mm, yeah. The weekend is blocked out for you too?

[prettygirlkanon]

You too Hatsu-chan!? ...Do you think we went home for the weekend and can't remember it!? [Someone help her there actually is a sincere tiny seed of hope in her voice.]

[moarcowbell]

It's always possible. The aliens will do anything to mess with us.

[prettygirlkanon]

If we went home... and came back... But what if he's mad...

Anyways Kanon will drop the shirt off at your place Hatsu-chan.

[moarcowbell]

Ah, from what I do remember you were pretty cute.

[prettygirlkanon]

[That caught her off guard. Juuust this face for a minute.]

...Oh. That's not very funny Hatsu-chan.

[moarcowbell]

It's true though.

[prettygirlkanon]

...I don't even remember what I did this weekend, but I'm almost positive I dressed really ugly. It's okay Hatsu-chan.

[moarcowbell]

I didn't really pay attention to your clothing, but you were pretty shy.

[prettygirlkanon]

...What?! [Mind. Gutter. If he notices her voice is getting a little distant she's inching away from the communicator.]

[moarcowbell]

Yeah. Like you stuttered and talked quietly. it was pretty adorable.

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[prettygirlkanon]

Noooo!