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Tilarna’s eyes blinked away the sleep from her eyes, her head turning to the doorframe of the bedroom, thinking she’d heard a knock that woke her up.
“Hey? Can you, uh…”
“What?” Tilarna stared at the man with the patchwork skin. “What do you want, inhabitant of Earth?”
“…cover up?” And then he stared. “Wait? Inhabitant of Earth? Are you some kind of chunibyo?”
“What is a chunibyo?” she asked. “I’ve come here to observe the inhabitants of this world, to see…”
“Yeah. Definite chunibyo. But what is a middle school student running around in a Pro Hero costume?”
“A Pro Hero costume?” Tilarna frowned, glaring at the guy. “And middle school?”
“Grades seven to nine, twelve to fourteen, give or take.”
“I’m eighteen in Earth years, idiot.”
“Uh, sure. Sure.” And then the guy moved away, letting out a curse.