"Waaah... waaahhh..."
Astrea knelt on the ground with her head lowered, looking utterly broken as she sobbed without end.
"Waaah... you're all bullying me... waaah... bullying me..."
Inside the tent, her muttering and sobbing had gone on for a full fifteen minutes, leaving the girls beside her thoroughly embarrassed.
"We..." Mikoto scratched her cheek and said with a faint blush, "seems like we went a little too far..."
The girls all lowered their heads sheepishly as well, apparently embarrassed by the situation they had created. Of course, some among them were also trying to dodge responsibility...
"Wasn't it all because of you, Misaka?" Shokuhou Misaki said solemnly as Mikoto stared at her in astonishment. "Look, you made Astrea cry!"
"Don't make it sound like it was all my fault!" Mikoto sprang up indignantly and shouted, "Weren't you having plenty of fun too?"
"But Misaka, I seem to recall that out of everyone here, you were the one having the most fun just now!" Shokuhou Misaki curled her lips without the slightest remorse and sighed as though disappointed in her. "Just as expected of Misaka, who feels uncomfortable all over without some 'exercise'..."
"You, stop making things up!" Fully understanding what Shokuhou Misaki meant by "exercise," Mikoto blushed fiercely and tried her best to argue back. Yet the expression on her face, as though she had been exposed, made her impossible to defend.
Pointing furiously in a certain direction, Mikoto said, "What do you mean I had the most fun? Flandre was obviously having the most fun!"
Shokuhou Misaki instinctively looked toward Little Flandre. What met her eyes was Little Flandre's sweet smile, brimming with bloodthirsty delight. Shokuhou Misaki could not help looking embarrassed herself, but she quickly recovered and put on her habitual smile.
"Misaka, this is where you're wrong..."