To Live Again, For the First Time!

"Hey, you guys don't say, why don't we call this girl Noah speaks of right now and solve this problem once in for all!"

Grace proposed this idea in passing, but the more she thought about it, the more she liked her own proposal.

Oh, how smart she felt at that moment.

Emilin's lips twitched.

Why do you have to be like this?

Why do you have to do this to me?

She had been in cloud nine before she was suddenly pulled back down to the mortal world. 

She was a little embarrassed okay?!

What was she supposed to do if she was seen through right now, right after having somewhat recommended herself to Noah as a friend?

Of course, all she really did was ask Noah whether he wanted her as a friend, but there was a chance that he would feel tricked or perhaps that his thoughts were influenced somehow.

Even though that was literally both not the case and also not quite feasible.

Though to be fair, you have to take into account that thinking normally and rationally is not something that can be done when emotional.

Really though, either way, whether Noah found himself going back on his decision or not, it didn't change the fact that it would be super awkward for the both of them if she were to be found out right now.

Emilin looked at Noah to probe some information, and seeing the reluctance that was written on his face, Emilin relaxed, a small inaudible sigh escaping from under her breath.

"Sure."

Noah relented after some thought.

'What the hell? How come no one follows the script anymore?'

She wanted to curse someone out, but she didn't know who to use as a scapegoat.

"Wow, that sounds so fantastic, um, where's the bathroom again?" Emilin awkwardly asked, her EQ plummeting to the negatives as her nervousness took control.

There was no poker face, no act, in fact, she didn't have the time to think anything up or even plan beforehand, simply wanting to get out of there before a call was made.

Only pure raw annoying emotions.

In retrospect, it probably wouldn't have mattered that much, even if the other party found out, in fact, they were bound to find out at one point or another, but of course, Emilin didn't have the time to think things through.

"How can you go when the fun has just started? Don't you want to hear what the other party has to say?"

A mischievous smile grew on Grace's face. She looked like she was up to no good.

Even Emilin could see the foxtail she was swaying, much less Noah who had known Grace for much longer.

Grace was about to grab Emilin's arm when Emilin suddenly stood up.

'If she grabs me, then I'll probably never be able to get out of this without getting caught,' Emilin broke into a cold sweat as the adrenaline kicked in.

"Well, the bowel movements wait for no one," Emilin replied near-instantly.

Then, at the very next moment, she lowered her head, feeling her face heat up, embarrassed that she had blurted out such a horrid excuse.

Couldn't she have at least let that go through her mind twice?

Grace watched as the little cutie bit her bottom lip with ruddy cheeks.

"Stop teasing the girl," Noah said as if he were talking to some playboy friend, giving Emilin an apologetic look.

Noah normally wouldn't want people to be too nosy.

He would probably be glad that one less person was listening in, but for some reason, this time, when Emilin said that she was going to the bathroom, he actually felt a little empty in his chest.

Perhaps it was because she was some really good emotional support earlier, at least she was relatively good compared to Grace who was supposed to be the one really assisting him.

Now that he thought back to it, perhaps asking Grace was really a little too much. Like using a sledgehammer to crack open a pistachio.

[Though it would be totally understandable if it's those stupid pistachios that literally have no opening. >.<]

If Grace took things seriously, it would really be like pulling out the big guns for a petty kid's fight, after all, the favors she normally did. They revolved around grand schemes with a lot of acting, spying, and other things involved.

Not love counseling.

Wait no, that's not right.

Um… friendship counseling, yeah! 

"But she's just too cute!" Grace almost didn't shriek.

'You're the cute one,' Emilin thought, looking at Grace's beautiful figure and lovable personality.

"The bathroom is right over there," Grace pointed at one of the doors in her office that Emilin hadn't noticed before due to its similar color to the walls.

That and the fact that she didn't think that an office would have a bathroom inside of it.

'Well, it was more like a makeup room so I guess it's not too strange.' Emilin thought as she made her way over.

After she closed her door, her legs went a little soft and jelly, sliding to the floor with her back against the door.

Thankfully the powder room was relatively large in size and quite clean as well.

It was fine if she sat there for a bit to calm herself down, but then again, time passed a little too quickly.

Without her knowing, Emilin had stayed long enough for people to suspect that she was constipated or something of the sort.

Either way, after she didn't come out right away, Grace was already asking Noah to get going!

To call the girl from his story right away.

At first, Noah was going to wait for Emilin, but seeing as she really wasn't coming he also relented.

He scrolled over his available contacts when he finally realized the problem at hand...

"Oh wait..."

"I don't have Emilin's phone number."

"Ha hm?Whaaaa~" Grace's small jaw dropped.

Just how did she end up as friends with this moron?

Maybe he really doesn't love her, he doesn't even have her number... unless this is the not so legendary, 'too nervous around the girl I like' scene.

Then again, they had just met yesterday, but if they were going to become friends, how would they do so without a way to contact each other?

The more she thought about it, the more Grace found her normally smart, outgoing, friend with a high EQ to be moronic.

Noah didn't know that this one incident had decreased Grace's views of him by 2 to 3 degrees.

There were various moments of silence there, where Grace was thinking and Noah was somewhat dazed.

Then, Grace's brain who had skipped over some 'not so important parts' finally caught on to another detail...

Noah called that girl Emilin.

It was true that Noah had yet to tell her just who this girl was, but Grace didn't ask either.

Yet now, hearing that eerily familiar name, matching her with another person she had just met, along with some other details such as the bathroom, the call, the fake name.

Even before, Grace had sensed something off, now she was sure of it. Well, if she wasn't then she might as well just go and quit life.

Grace had finally connected the dots.

But she didn't expect it to be something like this.

"Ah, so you've tricked a little lamb!"

Grace said out of nowhere, and though Noah didn't get it, he still responded.

"I always feel like you're talking shit about me," his feelings were hurt!

Grace waved her hand as if to say no before responding- "Be more confident and take that 'I always feel like' out of your sentence!" with a bright smile.

"Bruh, just trying to save you some face... but since you don't want any I guess that's no longer necessary," Noah said mockingly.

"I don't need anyone else to give me my face," Grace retorted, moving her fair hand to her unblemished face as Noah's lips twitched. 

Grace was that kind of person, white on the outside and dark on the inside. 

Like a glutinous rice ball.

Of course, there would be people who found her cute either way and others that couldn't stand her.

Then there were the people in the middle, which was what made talking to her so tiring at times, she had the tendency to be a little too fast-paced.

Noah was glad to have someone like her as a friend and not an enemy since he had already seen her true powers at that party years ago, powers that may have very well improved during that time.

However, there were also other times where he simply wanted to shake his head and claim he didn't know her at all.

Quite troublesome.

Grace was someone who knew well what she liked and what she didn't like, however that wasn't what was scary about her.

What was scary about her was her ability to act as if the thing she hated the most in the world was in fact the love of her life.

She knew exactly what she liked and what she didn't, but her enemies could never be sure because one day they may see her spit out the pickled carrot she just ate, and then proceed to watch her eat a whole plate of the very same pickled carrots the very next day.

Doing this even if no one was watching.

They would never be able to get any leverage on her.

In fact, even if someone claimed to be her archnemesis, chances were, they probably knew near nothing about her except for one fact.

That she was a scarry genius, or as they would much prefer to phrase it… one eccentric madwoman.

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