Seika flopped on to the lounge, exhausted after practicing. She groaned. “There’s still the afternoon session too!“
She felt a weight dip the end of the couch and wearily lifted her head. Please don’t be Sayaka wanting me to practice more! “Ah. It’s you.” Well, that was unenthusiastic. I need sugar…
Miyuki sat on the end of the couch, still brimming to full with energy despite having danced all morning. She sat there absentmindedly, chewing a chocolate bar, then leaped up in shock when the couch moved under her and talked to her. “Wh-what the!”
She blinked as the girl lifted her head and muttered something. “Oh, hi! We…We were in practice together, weren’t we? With the other 78th generation kenkyuusei? Can’t wait till the afternoon session! Ah sorry, I don’t think I ever got your name! Mine is Takahashi Miyuki, but you can just call me Miyuchan…Uhh, or Bubbly, that’s what my neighbours call me.” She was already living up to that nickname, having jumped off the couch and bobbing up and down excitedly as she introduced herself to the other kenkyuusei member.
