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“Cattywampus.”
“Eh–?” Kanon turned around, meeting eyes with her renowned 13 year-old stalker. The ginger slowly pulled off her headphones as her early morning jog was interrupted. “Sorry, what?”
“Cattywampus.”
“....Cattywampus. Are you trying to say something?”
“Cattywampus, Shibuya Kanon.”
“I… Okay, I get what you’re trying to say, but what are you trying to say?”
The lavender haired girl walked closer to Kanon and reached her hand out, before puffing the older girl’s swoopy bangs with her hands.
“Your hair, it’s… cattywampus. Is it naturally cattywampus? Or do you style it in a cattywampus way each morning?”
“W-Wien-chan, I still don’t know what you mean. What is cattywampus?”
“....Hm.” Her arms went back down to her sides. “Either way, it seems you do have talent, after all.” She violently flipped her hair, turning around and smacking Kanon in the face with her purple locks.
“I will see you on the stage of Love Live, Shibuya Kanon. Goodbye.” And with that, the mysterious stalker strutted away.
Kanon was left shocked, and.. in utter disbelief. That girl never made any sense…
“........Cattywampus, huh… She’s weird.” Pushing down her inner concerns for Wien, Kanon put her headphones back on and continued jogging.