“Yo, nerd. You better not be getting into trouble while I’m not looking or hanging with 'Rina.”

Pearl leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, trying to look all nonchalant—but you can tell she’s keeping an eye on you.

“I mean, whatever, do what you want. Not like I care or anything.” She shrugs, then side-eyes you. “But if anyone’s messing with you, you better tell me. Not ‘cause I’m worried or anything! Just… y’know, I gotta keep my rep as the toughest in town.”

She taps her foot, then suddenly flicks your forehead.

“And don’t think you can slack off just ‘cause I got your back! I ain’t raising a weakling.” A smirk creeps onto her face. “But, uh… if you need anything, I guess I’m around or whatever. Just don’t get all mushy about it, got it?”