[ Wow?? Quick as her laughter is to start, it's just as a quick to abruptly cut off, her face scrunching into a look of offense. Just because she's a girl? And she happened to be born lucky? Normally she'd revel at being called cute, but (Fuuta voice) the main point right now lies elsewhere. ]

What's that got to do with anything? If I look cute [ and she always does, thank you very much ] it's because I take the time and effort every morning to do my hair and makeup and pick out an outfit that looks good on me.

[ Despite the flash of annoyance though, her voice stays practical as she talks. ]

It's just like anything else. If you don't put the effort into something, you won't get the results you want.

[ With a quick exhale she rocks back onto her heels, and then pushes herself up back onto her feet and starts moving the costume racks aside. Sorry, no more hiding now that the pesky camera crews are gone. Besides, they have work to do.

Step one is to circle back to Fuuta, drop back down in front of him, and carefully inspect him up close. Like, six inches away from his face close. ]

You don't even look that bad anyway. Sure, you might not win the award for Cutest Guy of the Year, but I bet I could make at least one girl fall over her feet for you.