"Tap tap..."
The mighty twin-ponytail army marched down the quiet street, their steps going "tap tap," like neat ranks of heavy cavalry charging, radiating an intense sense of pressure.
"Bzz bzz～"
Perched on the windshield, the squad leader [Ponytail], seeing the panic and shock on everyone's faces, smiled till her eyes curved and waved her forelegs, letting out a series of wing-buzzes.
Hey now! Don't look at us like that, we're Spirit Beasts with official positions, okay.
How could we possibly be running around covered in germs? We have strict hygiene regulations—morning and night we clean each other and supervise.
With our hygiene standards, our bodies might be a bit short of being directly processed into Recovery New Fluid, but give us two more washes and we'd be fine.
The American Cockroach threw a flirty look, covered her mouth with her forelegs, imitating the shy pose of a mature lady.
"...You lot really are particular about hygiene. Anyway, my main target isn't you."
