Harny waved them off with a gentle, radiant smile, one that could melt glaciers or start wars depending on the situation.
Marcellus, however, was frozen.
His eyes refused to leave Harny's figure. That face. That voice. That smile. That hair. That elegance.
Two… two Lithias… two… two… two…
"Master Marcellus," Lithia said sweetly.
"Mm?"
Pull.
"OW OW OW!!" he yelped as she tugged his ear like a mother scolding a misbehaving child.
"I saw you staring!!" Lithia puffed her cheeks, her glare sharp as daggers. "You kept staring at her chest!"
"W-Wha—!? No I didn't!! I mean—I was just—I mean—she's literally your copy–clone–twins–evil future version?!"
"EXCUSE me!?" Lithia growled.
"I MEANT THAT IN A COMPLIMENT WAY!!"
Harny giggled from behind. "Aww~ don't scold him too much, dear. You'll make him run away before the marriage~"
"I'll drag him back if he tries," Lithia muttered under her breath, tightening her grip on his sleeve like a vice.
"Lithia?"
