A threatening growl escaped from the middle of the body pile.
"Get. Off. Me."
It was Iris, squished into the cold stone floor, her jeweled hairpiece dangling crookedly by one ear.
Unfortunately for her, Ayame had landed directly on top, their chests colliding with a soft thump.
"Why is it always you?! Do you have a crush on me, or why can't you ever leave me alone?! Also, why are you so heavy, you slit-eyed midget?!" Iris spat, wriggling beneath her. Her noble skirt slid halfway up her thigh from the crash and ensuing struggle.
Ayame pushed herself up just enough to glare down at her, which in turn made her silken black hair spill into Iris's face, who then began sputtering, trying to get the filthy hair away from her lips.
"Heavy? Me? If anything's crushing you right now, it's those melons you insist on flaunting!" She gave an accusing jab at Iris's chest with one finger, which only made their dresses press tighter together.
