"Good morning, dear Black, did you sleep well~"
Double Leaf playfully blinked at Motan, clapping shut the thick book in her hands, "Selected Examples of Mixed Magic General Use," and curled her lips into an adorable arc, staring intently at the person in front of her who seemed entirely bewildered by the situation, her gaze profound and solemn.
Then—
"Bl... Black?"
The person on the bed blinked in confusion, took a moment to react before struggling to raise a hand to point at his nose: "Are you calling me?"
The girl slightly squinted her eyes, smiling ambiguously as she asked, "What do you think?"
"Uh, sorry, my name is Frank."
Though his appearance was quite delicate and refined, the young man looked somewhat wooden, rubbing his nose awkwardly, squinting and fumbling along the pillow as he nervously said, "Frank Hughes, not Black, so maybe you have the wrong person, Miss..."
"If you're looking for your glasses, they're on the other side of your pillow."
