As Javier walked away, hands in his pockets and Buddy waddling beside him, the air behind him shimmered.
"Then it's decided."
Javier paused, sighed, and then—Delya reappeared directly in front of him, materializing from her shadow in a swirl of violet mist. Her scythe was gone, replaced by a soft, confident smile.
"I'll be number three," she said plainly, as if claiming a seat at a dinner table.
Javier blinked.
"...Huh?"
Before he could step around her.
"YOU MEANIE DEMON GIRL!!!" Mimi roared from behind. She stomped forward, her fluffy tail tripling in size from rage, ears flat against her head.
"I WAS THE ONE WHO CALLED DIBS ON NUMBER THREE!!!"
Delya calmly turned her head to her.
"He never agreed to accept you as his future wife."
Javier slowly stepped back, his face expressionless, voice dry.
"…Why are we ranking now?"
Mimi crossed her arms. "I slept with him. That counts for something!"
"You napped on him."
"SAME THING!"
