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"STELLE NO!"
A thin voice shrieked as Stelle was in the middle of "petting" one of the floating Robots on the Herta Station. Those things were awfully fragile.
Every time She came across one of them, Stelle couldn't help but try to play with them.
Of course, counting her recent waking, she still had trouble controlling her strength.
Only in a few days, she broke 2 drinking cups, 7 doors, 3 tables, 4 dishes and - regrettably - a phone...(god bless Asta's kindness. She brought a new one for her.)
"YOU ARE GOING TO-!"
A loud crack.
Stelle jumped at the sudden sound.
Her face dropped as she realized that she had broken another one while trying to play with it.
D:
"Sigh. I never thought I would ever understand what Dan Heng Felt like while I was learning to control my Ice Phase..."
"One more?" Dan Heng appeared behind March.
"Yeah. This is the 6th one. I hope Asta has a saint level of patience or we are not getting away from this one. ESPECIALLY not after her 3rd warning..."
while her friends discuss what kind of excuses to use, Stelle decided to try repairing the lovely little thing.
BZZT!
Was this a good sign?
CRACK!!
Hmmmm, suspicious...
But She was NOT a quitter!
"Hey, What's Stelle do-"
BOOM!
"FIRE!"
"MY PAPERS!!!"
"MY HAIR IS BURNING!!!"
"SOMEONE START THE ALARMS!" Voices around them cried.
"..."
"..."
Both of her friends were looking at Stelle with a mix of horror and bewilderment Because of the Chaos she created.
"...Fuck."