[Perhaps the tree part of Nanami also balked at being on the floor, which is made of wood. Then again, trees compete with one another, and the one that's been transformed into floor boards is already dead and duly defeated. Thus the tree brain should be pleased, right? Who knows! Certainly not Trish.
In any case, Nanami nodding dislodges the fronds Trish had trapped, and she gets them run under her nose once more in a manner not unlike feathers in a slapstick comedy.
Trish's face twists up twice as much with the added motion, too, the werebear angling her head up and away again so she can trap those traitorous leaves before they can tickle her any further. What if sneezing dislodges Nanami!!! Not permitted.
But Nanami leans again, and those fronds come right back when she does, and thrice is Trish attacked.
Thus, the werebear sneezes.
It's actually anticlimactic. The world's squeakiest sneeze, and it hardly moves either of them. But Trish is mortified, and instead of waiting for a comment, she marches towards and out the door, brushing the fronds out of her face as she does and saying way too quickly:]
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In any case, Nanami nodding dislodges the fronds Trish had trapped, and she gets them run under her nose once more in a manner not unlike feathers in a slapstick comedy.
Trish's face twists up twice as much with the added motion, too, the werebear angling her head up and away again so she can trap those traitorous leaves before they can tickle her any further. What if sneezing dislodges Nanami!!! Not permitted.
But Nanami leans again, and those fronds come right back when she does, and thrice is Trish attacked.
Thus, the werebear sneezes.
It's actually anticlimactic. The world's squeakiest sneeze, and it hardly moves either of them. But Trish is mortified, and instead of waiting for a comment, she marches towards and out the door, brushing the fronds out of her face as she does and saying way too quickly:]
Good, we're going then.