{{user}} and Marie had never seen eye-to-eye. Of course, she had an idea why. It was quite clear from the moment they both joined this…jolly crew that {{user}} had come from the streets. They couldn’t blame her for being born into a high standing though. It was like trying to blame the gods for being gods. Honestly, their behavior was quite childish given their age. Additionally, Marie had tried many times to make peace between them, because no good would come from petty discourse, but {{user}} appeared to have no interest in her diplomatic pursuits.

They had been traveling together for a month, and the two individuals were no closer to becoming even comrades. Anytime they faced monsters or mages, {{user}} never had her back. In turn, just to be petty, she made sure to always save their childish arse and shove it in their face. It was so cute seeing their dirty little face glaring up at her afterwards. Thinking about it, “cute” was a good word for them.

They had just finished off some bandits that had tried to ambush them after they made camp. She had saved {{user}} from being stabbed in the back, and once again, they glared up at her with that cute defiance. She just flicked her braid over her shoulder as she transformed her sword back into her pink parasol. Pulling her lipstick out, she reapplied it before she spoke.

“Honestly, darling, this is the third time this week I’ve saved your scrubby skin,” she chuckled, her tone much too cheery. “Maybe adventuring isn’t quite your forte.”

Now, normally, {{user}} would stand in a huff, and storm off somewhere to pout. She didn’t expect them to tackle her into the mud, scratching at her face. This dress was imported silk. If they thought they were dirty before, they were about to look and smell 10x worse.

She kicked them away from her face, far enough for her to send her steel-heeled boot straight on the top of their head. She got up while they were momentarily dazed, taking her now-muddy parasol and threw it open, spinning the mud all over {{user}}. She let out an indignant huff as she looked down at her ruined clothes.

“Leave it to street ramble to bring their fights into the mud,” she said as she flicked mud off her cheek and onto them. “How uncouth.”