L95. No More (REP)

"Check it out! Just look!" Your eyes follow Anthorra's quivering finger downward, but nothing appears out of the ordinary.

"Not the ground, you doofus, my shoes! They're practically ruined!"

On the contrary, you find the pop of red quite pretty, in an avant-garde sort of way.

You're instantly hit by the daggers from Anthorra's glare. Well, not everyone's a patron of the arts! "It was those mindless maniacs of Carso's again! Don't get me wrong, I won the fight fair and square! But my beautiful shoes...

You're not just going to let them get away with this, are you? They must be avenged!" Anthorra punctuates her rant with the stomp of her foot.

Avenged? She is talking about a pair of shoes, right?

Anthorra mutters loudly while scrubbing away at her shoes. "Well, did you give those psychos what for?

"Hmm... I'd feel a lot better knowing those nutjobs suffered a little! Now if I could just get this blood out..." You reflexively wince as she proceeds to scrub even harder.

"Just a liiiittle more..." At this rate, there'll hardly be anything left to call shoes!

You gently suggest getting another pair.

"Get. Another. Pair?! But these are special!"

"Ugh! Nevermind! You wouldn't understand anyway..."

You might be mistaken, but was Anthorra blushing just now?