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"What's the hold up, Yumemi? Socrates got your tongue?!".
Yumemi glowered at the blonde lounging around on the grass in the grand mansion, "Shut up" she uttered before turning and facing another blonde in front of her.
The professor was convinced that she was going to be killed today.
Either by a two vampires, a knife wielding maid, an adorable magician or the frisbee in her hand.
She truly wondered how Chiyuri's quixotic mind functioned as she took a breath in, aligning the disc with the intent of hitting it against one of the crystals.
Flandre's entire anatomy was unusual, even for a vampire.
But she didn't ponder on that too much as she calibrated her position and pressure, wondering how she could cause the least amount of damage should she actually hit Flandre's wings considering that she was about to abandoned her judicious nature.
The redhead was not ready, more so when a soft voice came from her right, veering her body to notice lavender eyes staring up at her.
Ah, the cute mage/ librarian/ sleepwear enthusiast.
Yumemi stalled for a second before she found her voice cowering behind her heart, "Patchouli?".
The woman shrugged apologetically, "It is unfortunate that Remi has dragged you into this but don't worry about Flandre. She is sturdier than she appears so feel free to not hesitate in using the..projectile".
The magician motioned to the neon yellow frisbee in Yumemi's hand.
She chuckled wryly, "Ah, that's quite okay. Besides.." she said and narrowed her eyes at Chiyuri, "Remilia had a partner in crime".
"Idle hands make for devil's play, literally in the case of Remi unfortunately. Regardless, perhaps when you are done with this, we can return back to the library and discuss your theories. They are rather thought-provoking".
With the heavy summer sun beating down on them, Yumemi had shed her cape and tugged the collar of her shirt to air herself out. It was one thing with the heat but having the impassive yet talented magician near her and conversing so casually wasn't doing any her favours.
"O-oh.." the redhead stammered, her breath quickening at the prospect of that, "Sure, that would be amazing! Getting to pick your brain would be such a treat. Your craft is incredible".
"Pick my brain" Patchouli repeated slowly whilst tucking her thumb and index finger beneath her chin, "A treat. Are you sure you are not a youkai, Yumemi? Expressing the desire to consume one's encephalon is a trait that many in Gensokyo entail".
Yumemi could hear Chiyuri laughing in the background till she turned blue in the face and Meiling had to revive her.
She couldn't deny that it was endearing of the mage to take it literally and chuckled, "It is a figure of speech. It means that I'm looking forward to talking and spending time with you".
Patchouli blushed, ever so slightly, "I see. Interesting, well, I look forward to it too" she replied, "Good luck with the game" she added and glanced at Flandre who was rearing to go, "I'm sure it will go well".
"Thank you" Yumemi grinned and gripped the frisbee as Patchouli gave her a small smile that did a number on her.
The magician walked away to the side, eyes on Yumemi who took it upon herself to ensure that she won, if she could call it that. So she readied her aim again as the vampire remained still beneath the shade of the building, waiting for the moment of truth.
With as much momentum as possible, Yumemi let the object fly.
On the positive side, she had managed to hit Flandre's red crystal.
On the negative side, the surfeit of pressure was a tad too much as it had chipped the vampire's crystal.
Which resulted in the current scene in the library with Yumemi bowing and apologising profusely and Flandre laughing it off as Eirin worked on repairing the damage.
Chiyuri and Remilia were enjoying the antics as Sakuya and Meiling aided Eirin with the task at hand.
At her desk, Patchouli watched the scenario, chuckling softly at the way Yumemi was still panicking and trying to placate Flandre even though there was no need. Compared to the injuries Flandre had obtained over the course of her existence, this incident was minor.
Patchouli was certainly adjusting to having the lively and curious professor around and was looking forward to spending time with the strange human from some other dimension.
Koakuma fluttered by, concealing her own chortle at her mistress’s obvious attraction to Yumemi.
It was always refreshing to see Patchouli take an interest in anything beyond her library and Yumemi was certainly fascinating enough to draw Patchouli away.