Splatoon 2 Marie の小説・ストーリー

Portia barked and patted on a seat next to hers. “Yes!” Marie squeaked and quickly pulled out the swivel armchair and fixed her blouse before meekly taking a seat next to the pink lady. She took another peek at Daniel, the man was practically spewing rage out of his ears and she quickly dropped her gaze. Anywhere was better than staring into the eyes of the dragon. “Get out!” he shouted and Marie jumped to her feet with the agility of a kangaroo. “Yes!” “No, sit down!” Portia demanded, pulling at Marie’s wrist and she quickly slumped back onto the chair. “Yes!”

I also got a box of strawberries and whipped cream since I really like them. I was about to run upstairs when I saw Maria, the daughter of Mirranda. In other words my step sister a.k.a Satan’s Mistress. Tch. ‘Oh my sister. I really appreciate you getting me some strawberries.’ She said and was about to grab the box of strawberries in my hand. I raised my eyebrows and slapped her hands away. It was a light slap but she suddenly fell on the floor and started to cry. ‘Huhu sister! I was just asking if I could have some but you… huhu!’

Even more so, when I notice that she is not alone. Levi notices it too. We both walk together to the house, holding hands. "What's going on?" I say to June as we arrive, putting my hand on her arm. She looks at the girl with her. Tall, slender and with sun-tanned skin. She has a gleaming smile and hair so blonde it looks like the sun. Her eyes are incredibly blue. She fixes her gaze on Levi and smiles in the best imitation of a Barbie I've ever seen. "Finally!" she says with a girly giggle. "I'm glad you've arrived, Levi."

After crying for a while to her satisfaction, she stood up and cleaned her face with some splashes of water, but just as she was about to walk out of the bathroom, someone she had not expected came out. “Well, well, well... if it ain’t the wife of Damien, who else could it be, or should we call her a lowlife Damien picked from the gutter who is unable to even walk well in heals?” Marie said, and Aella just stood there patiently waiting for them to leave the road because she knew fighting with them would be fruitless. “Excuse me.” She stuttered, and Marie was able to pick up traces of tears in her voice, and that made Marie laugh.