"I'LL SUE YOU!!"
Kaere couldn't believe that she had fallen for such a simple trick. The girl was a demon. A heartless, unforgiving demon. Even now, Kaere's own cell phone kept announcing the arrival of each message, each one as virulent as she expected it to be. Yet, for some reason, she couldn't stop herself from reading each one.
"WHAT DOES MY SIZE HAVE TO DO WITH STATUS SYMBOLS?!"
She knew rationally that she shouldn't be giving Otonashi the emotional fuel that fed the fires of her flames, but she just couldn't help it for some reason.
"WHY SHOULD I TELL YOU IF THE CARPET MATCHES, YOU PERVERT?!"
Maybe it was morbid fascination and curiosity. Maybe a part of her wanted to see just how far and creative Otonashi could get with her barbs. But it hurt even so.
"I AM NOT THE CLASS BICYCLE!"
Yes, it hurt. Why couldn't Otonashi see that? Did she, like so many other Japanese, think that all foreigners were gung-ho maniacs who wouldn't give a damn about what others say?
Attack, defend. Strike, parry. Counter, riposte.
The exchange went on for what seemed to be centuries, and after aeons, the dreaded rings stopped coming. Catching her breath, Kaere noticed Meru looking at her intently, surely thinking of how to top her last venomous strike. And as the final ring came, Kaere steeled herself for the worst.