When Artie once again adjusted the cara, she saw the face on the phone screen changed from Sean Lowell to Sumr Fairmont.
"Ah, Sumr, how could you not let Master Sean Lowell answer the call himself!"
A two-second interval, exactly the sa tone, yet with the addition of one "not," the aning completely reversed.
If it were soone else being so indecisive and contradictory, Sumr Fairmont would have ignored them long ago.
But Artie isn’t just anyone; she’s the co-founder of The Wellness Punk Association, and being contradictory is a privilege granted to her by the association.
Sumr Fairmont said nothing and handed the phone back to Sean Lowell for the second ti.
In a video call, the voice automatically turns on the speaker.
Sean Lowell could refuse to take the call if he didn’t want to.
This ti, Master Sean Lowell’s response was much quicker than last ti: "Hello, Winters Ambassador."
"Ah~ ah...! Master Sean Lowell, you nearly scared Artie’s phone out of her hand again, if the screen breaks, the ambassador will make the master compensate. Master Sean Lowell, let Artie calm down first, okay!"
Artie seed to talk to herself: "What to do, what to do, Artie has so many questions, where should she start?"
Sean Lowell said nothing; he looked up at Sumr Fairmont.
Since the ambassador asked him to wait, he would wait.
If he could not say a word and just look at Sumr, it would be far more peaceful than any situation Sean had thought possible for being with Sumr Lowell.
But The Pouting Siren did not give him a chance to quietly watch his little sister:
"Master Sean Lowell, you seem to be a bit unwell, is it because Artie gave you a fever last ti and you haven’t recovered yet? Do you need Artie to go to Scotland to take care of you? Artie’s care for patients is unparalleled and earth-shaking."
Sumr Fairmont is used to being expressionless; if she had any expression, she would be facepalming and sighing right now.
What patient would be so out of their mind as to want care from The Wrestling Siren?
Rember, on a certain day of a certain year and month, Sumr Fairmont was clearly not sick, yet Artie insisted she was and wanted to make porridge for her.
When The Pouting Siren’s maternal glory wants to shine, it’s unstoppable.
Then Artie made a bowl of porridge that was questionable if it belonged in the realm of human food.
Sumr Fairmont did a lot of ntal preparation, telling herself that even if it was alien food, she had to temporarily convert her stomach to alien mode.
Just then, The Wrestling Siren, with porridge and all, fell directly onto Sumr Fairmont’s bed.
If it weren’t for the blanket covering Sumr Fairmont, there would have been at least 30% of her body burned.
Sumr Fairmont had no ti to worry whether she had any injuries because when Artie fell, a hand touched that steaming alien food bowl.
Sumr Fairmont jumped up from the bed and perford ergency burn treatnt for Artie.
Such treatnt, Sumr Fairmont had already perfected, having practiced on herself since she was four years old.
The Devilish Lolita’s unparalleled and earth-shaking catchphrases, it’s always right to interpret them the opposite way.
"I’m fine, thanks for the concern, Winters Ambassador." Sean Lowell’s voice was a bit clearer than before.
"How can you say you’re fine? You are like this now, looking just a bit too... uh... touchingly attractive." Artie often overestimates many of her abilities, including Chinese.
She triumphantly swapped "pitiful" for "touchingly attractive," not pondering whether the latter was less suitable to describe a self-disciplined, tall Master of Brewing.
"..."
Sean Lowell really didn’t know how to respond to "touchingly attractive."
Artie quickly understood the deeper aning of the ellipsis hanging on Sean Lowell’s face—
Hesitation ans being unsure, being unsure ans he hasn’t figured it out, not figured out ans he’s not really fine.
Artie shook her ink-black eyes left and right swiftly, and thought of a solution for Sean Lowell not really being fine:
"Master Sean Lowell, whether you’re here or not, Artie’s missing function will always monotonically increase. The ambassador misses the master like forgetting an important exam formula. Seeing you is like solving the last math and physics question in the exam."
There’s nothing a confession can’t solve.
If once isn’t enough, then twice.
If in person doesn’t work, then via video.
If deep emotion fails, try math.
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