[Silver's smirk makes Shijima stare. She doesn't look upset or angry, and neither is she smirking back; she's just watching him, her eyes all big and shiny...
Abruptly, she drops from the branch onto the forest floor. She's wearing a little pink dress over a blouse with lacy edges. If she weren't so disheveled, she'd look like a doll.
She looks up at him. It's less of a long way than it is with most people, but she still has to tilt her chin up.]
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Abruptly, she drops from the branch onto the forest floor. She's wearing a little pink dress over a blouse with lacy edges. If she weren't so disheveled, she'd look like a doll.
She looks up at him. It's less of a long way than it is with most people, but she still has to tilt her chin up.]
Why is it you say I'm in trouble?