[Wow, Alice, you get the priviledge of watching the most spectacular show on Marisa's face.
First she stares at you like you grew a second head that called itself Bob and demanded Pocky. Then her brow furrows in Great Confusion. Then she scowls as if she's being lied to. It quickly shifts to being very uncertain. And then she tilts her head, blinking a bit, before looking away from you with a lost yet wistful expression.
THEN her entire face just closes off as she instinctively goes to pull the brim of her hat down, to hide her eyes, when she remembers her hat is missing. So she looks down at her beer instead.]
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First she stares at you like you grew a second head that called itself Bob and demanded Pocky. Then her brow furrows in Great Confusion. Then she scowls as if she's being lied to. It quickly shifts to being very uncertain. And then she tilts her head, blinking a bit, before looking away from you with a lost yet wistful expression.
THEN her entire face just closes off as she instinctively goes to pull the brim of her hat down, to hide her eyes, when she remembers her hat is missing. So she looks down at her beer instead.]