> Sigh.
> "I guess."
> Keep firing off as requested.
>You keep creating and dismissing fires. At first, Yumemi is very insistent that you not vary your routine, doing it the same way each time. Then she asks you to change it, holding the fires longer. There doesn't seem to be any sign of her slowing down with Chiyuri walks back into the room, saying, "Okay, the laundry should be ready in a little while, so we-" She stops and frowns at the two of you, then puts her hands on her hips and says "Professor?"
>Yumemi doesn't seem to acknowledge her, instead looking up at you and saying, "Again."
>Chiyuri gives a loud sigh. Then she fishes something out of her shorts pocket and flings it at Yumemi. You don't really see what it is, but it smacks into the side of Yumemi's head with 'thwack', then clatters to the floor with a metallic jangle.
"Gah! Ow!" Yumemi cries, jerking away, then rubbing the her temple and glaring toward Chiyuri. "Be careful, you dimwit! You could have put my eye out!"
>"You weren't planning on looking in this direction anytime soon, Professor," says Chiyuri, putting her hands on her hips again. "Did you even begin to plan a next move with her?" Though the question was posed toward Yumemi, she looks toward you.
>_