After that identity crisis, Cafune has been acting like she doesn care, putting on her airheaded act once more. Every time I try to push the topic of this amnesia, she brushes it away with a nonsensical joke.
"Cafune, why are you ac-"
"You there!" A voice behind us shouts in a commanding tone.
With a raised eyebrow, I turn. "Me?"
Before me is a woman with long red, white and blue hair. She's wearing a lifeguard swimsuit, with red thigh highs and white compression sleeves. As she accusingly points at me, as the glisteningly golden whistle around her neck bounces between her large breasts due to her theatrical motions; it gives off a glare which blinds my pupils into submission.
The woman's eyes narrow as she points at me. ( ≖ - ≖) "I saw what you did."
My eyes widen. Oh, shit, she must have seen me and Cafune doing it in the rocks before!
"I saw how you brushed your teeth left to right."
"...huh?"
