"It is your birthday Anon-san? How lovely! I wish you a very happy birthday, please do enjoy it!"
Tch.” it really was her only source for understandable conversation. But from Kuroha’s experience this one was a bit ditzy? Really not worth much time in the grand scheme of things. “If you insist on following me at least make yourself useful.”
"Following you?" Why on earth would she ever want to do that? This weird thing they’ve got going on, what with them always running into each other. It wasn’t something Neya purposely chose to do. "How do I know you’re not the one following me?”
Was the pink haired one trying to insult her? After all she seemed to be one of the ones trying such a thing.
There’s an ancient saying, keep your friends close and your enemies closer. Besides, its not like there was anyone else around, you’re like literally her only resort.
"Don’t try to befriend me."
Right, like that’s easy for anyone outside her group to do.
Wow, I forgot about that. Ha, I’ll definitely have to think about Iriya and the others.
Then again group Kuroha was more herself and Saiha, then every one else. There was sort of a divide even in their own group. But even so the fact that they kept running into each other, despite it being an annoyance, was hard to ignore.
"Is there a reason we somehow keep keeping?" there is was, though even if the reason was the this girl was for some reason following Kuroha, there was a doubt that it would be admitted.
"Your guess is as good as mine." Comes her unhelpful reply. There was no way Neya would ever purposely want to run into Kuroha, she knew when she was not wanted and was more than eager to keep her distance from the volatile woman but it seemed like fate kept trying to push them together for some reason.
Another run in with the pink haired one? Either this world was much smaller then one would assume, or was there a reason they seemed to meet so often on a whim?
"Aha.. uhm… nothing!" Interacting with Kuroha was difficult, even during the times when they were on opposite sides Chouza and Uzume were much more easier to be around. Then again, Chouza and Uzume didn’t seem to outright hate their guts like their companion did. She shifted a little unsure of what else to say to break the ice.
Eyes the other warily as she approaches, did Kuroha need something? “Uhm… yes?”