"Gosh, Bubu, you're so annoying," Isabella muttered internally with a deep, theatrical frown as she rolled her eyes to the sky, hoping the heavens might strike her irritating system with lightning—or at least disable it for an hour.
"Of course I'll be annoying," Bubu fired back instantly, its smug voice echoing directly in her mind like the world's most sarcastic mosquito. "When all you do is sit around and shamelessly assault a man with your eyes."
Isabella's eye twitched.
A dramatic sigh left her lips as she leaned back on her hands, glaring up at the floating translucent icon Bubu had summoned just to annoy her further. "Excuse me? Assault? I'm simply... appreciating the craftsmanship of the universe," she argued, placing a hand over her chest like she was making a heartfelt declaration to some celestial judge. "Besides, I just made shampoo. What else do you want from me—blood sacrifice? Want me to kill myself next?"
