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March thinks she’s going insane.
She knows what she’s seeing. The spirited girl may not be the brightest all the time, but she knows when someone is messing with her. And that someone just happens to be Stelle, their newest trailblazing partner.
Stelle is interesting, in a word. She’s expressionless most of the time, preferring to stare off into nothing. But when she’s showing some kind of expression… It's never a good sign. March doesn’t get it, how can someone who looks so empty-headed be so infuriating?!
One habit of that girl’s especially has been sticking out to her. Specifically, the golden eyed girl’s fascination with trash. Dumpsters, trash cans, all those and the things they contain. She’s found Stelle rummaging through almost every single one of those they come across on Jarilo-VI.
But she wouldn’t bring that habit back to the express, right? March had thought, foolishly.
By the third time Stelle appeared in her room completely in the dark, rummaging through her trash bin while March was asleep . March decided she’s had enough and did the logical thing: tell their sort-of maybe parental figures.
“So you’re telling me Stelle has been rummaging through your bin while you’re trying to sleep?” Welt raises a brow, maybe skeptically. They’re in the hallway between the lobby of the express and the corridor with their rooms. The door between the cars is wide open.
“ Yes and she’s driving me nuts! Sometimes it’s not even while I’m sleeping! She was literally doing it a second ago!” March semi-shouts, frustrated.
“Hm? But Stelle has been over there for a while.” Welt gestures back to the lobby and lo and behold, Stelle really is there. But she wasn’t there a second ago. How???
Just then, Stelle looks over and notices March shooting a look at her. Welt isn’t looking behind him. And Stelle smirks . The little shit. The girl sticks her tongue out right at March like a kid, and March has never wanted to kill someone more than this.
Noticing March hasn’t replied for a bit, Welt speaks up again, catching March’s attention. “Look, if you don’t like Stelle that much, maybe you should talk to her? You’re going to be teammates for a while, so it’s best to get along. If that’s all, I’ll be leaving.” With that, Welt returns to the lobby. The moment Welt turns around, Stelle schools her face back to neutral. Staring off into space again. Like nothing ever happened.
That’s it.
March is going to
kill
that girl.