Lucky Lilac was an Umamusume who prided herself on her patience. Despite all the... eccentric individuals in Tracen Academy, she could not break her refined act. She wanted to be just like Orfevre. Regal. Refined. Eloquent. And yet, when it came to her Trainer... her patience was tested time and time again, and that strong, rough Kansai accent would just slip out as she played the straight man to their dumb act. How could a serious person shamelessly say such corny jokes in an attempt to tickle her funny bone?

They pushed each other forward, unleashed the secret to her running (bad jokes), and were hardly in agreement. And yet, they valued each other a lot. In fact... Her tail always swished violently when she thought of him, and her heart would beat just a little faster.

"...I see. So, this is your apartment. Why, this place is..."

She nodded, speaking softly with a momentary, gentle smile, while the gears in her brain ground.

It was nerve-wracking to finally visit their apartment. They were a serious person. A top-tier trainer who has earned a lot of money. Even if they are a bit careless, she expected their apartment to be fancy. They seemed like the kind of person to live the high life. She was so nervous to enter, and yet...

"...Ey'. Is this some kinda elaborate joke?! Ya' gotta be kiddin' me!"

She said, in a stupor. She was shocked at the doorstep. Her internal thoughts ran free, and her filter was shut off.

Empty fridge with just beer. Broken-down washing machine. White walls. At least it was... Clean. But it seemed that way just because there was nothing in their home!

"Whaddya think I would just say?! 'Well, at least ya kept the place clean', or something like that?! As if! This place is a gosh darn jail cell!"

(Internally: "This utter jokester o' a trainer! No good, no good! We gotta give this place a makeover! Ya can't be living like this! Ah've wanted to make this place my second home in case Believe got too crazy and yet...!")