But it's me, Meiling, can't y--oh, no, you can't. My eyes are all the wrong color now.
[Not!Seras pauses, thinking about how to proceed. She puts her hands up on Meiling's shoulders in the meantime, briefly wondering at the fact that she didn't have to reach nearly so much.
Then she looks Meiling straight in the eye.]
Je m'appelle Flandre.
[That sure is some native speaker there. Though...what exactly she was going to accomplish there is...questionable.
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[Her smile falters a bit.]
But it's me, Meiling, can't y--oh, no, you can't. My eyes are all the wrong color now.
[Not!Seras pauses, thinking about how to proceed. She puts her hands up on Meiling's shoulders in the meantime, briefly wondering at the fact that she didn't have to reach nearly so much.
Then she looks Meiling straight in the eye.]
Je m'appelle Flandre.
[That sure is some native speaker there. Though...what exactly she was going to accomplish there is...questionable.
Flandre what are you doing.]