Why, though? Why would Suzume do these things
knowing what Katsumi is like? Scholars will ponder this question for ages to come. Is it divine comedy? Or does Suzume secretly enjoy being pseudo-terrorized by the punk friend?
"
Everyone told you not to stro~ll on that beach," Katsumi's voice murmurs from behind the chair. The Punk Princess is crouched behind it in full goblin mode. "
Said seagull's gonna come. Poke ya in the coconut."
She darts a hand up over the back of the chair to
plonk the tip of her index finger against Suzume's scalp.
"
And they did." Poke-poke. "
And they did."
If, for whatever reason, Suzu has endured this indignity the full way through, it would be at this time Katsumi emerges from her ambush. Sheska-san arrived before her, it's true. But by less than a minute! She had sufficient time to see what she was doing and plot out her meme-schemes! Her
schmemes! But now, she stands posed with a radiant smile on her face, arms folded above her head to pull her slender, toned body taut, sporting a black bikini with gold palm-leaf pattern - matching her wrestling attire's color scheme! Her hair is tied back in a sporty, playful ponytail, with a duffelbag hanging from her shoulder.
"
'Sup nerd~!," she greets. "
Not gettin' all lazy on me, are ya!? Did'ja bring the big-ass towel-blanket-thing?"