[Huh. So she's married a hobo? Well, she can work with that. A noble lady taking in a poor, homeless man left to sleep under a tree and cleaning him up to discover he's a diamond in the rough! Except...he's plenty clean right now. Has fate denied her the romantic buildup? The drama?]
--Eh? W-Well. Nooo, I don't remember going to bed in this! Last I remember I passed out fully clothed after a performance.
[Could she have blacked out? Entered a fugue state? One that lead to her marrying, only to immediately regain her memory at the expense of forgetting everything that occurred in the interim? That seems unlikely, but so does every other conceivable explanation.
...Except for one.
She dispels her gun, puffs out her chest, and with determination walks up to Ragna. And pinches his cheek, hard.]
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--Eh? W-Well. Nooo, I don't remember going to bed in this! Last I remember I passed out fully clothed after a performance.
[Could she have blacked out? Entered a fugue state? One that lead to her marrying, only to immediately regain her memory at the expense of forgetting everything that occurred in the interim? That seems unlikely, but so does every other conceivable explanation.
...Except for one.
She dispels her gun, puffs out her chest, and with determination walks up to Ragna. And pinches his cheek, hard.]