[ There's not a hint of shame or remorse as she gleefully watches Cloud get struck by the no-good, awful blue shell of doom. Being the competitive brat she is, Yoimiya merrily laughs as the prized 1st place is snatched away from him. Now with his downfall and the support of her wonderful, caring friend, she can taste the sweet flavor of victory, feeling on top of the world as if nothing is going to stop her from taking gold.
But then, the haunting melody of Tartaglia's voice crashes that reality. That's right, he still hasn't gotten his revenge for her earlier transgression. In a panic, she swerves, trying her best to avoid his dastardly plan, but she's unfortunately not prepared in the slightest. Just like what she did to him at the beginning of the match, a red shell is hurled at her in one last act of karma. And just like that, victory is out of her sights as she falls behind both Ayaka and her scheming boyfriend. ]
No. No. No. NO!!!!
[ After the temper tanturm, she's eeriely silent, not responding to the "cute" nuzzle of his head. Like out of a horror movie she slowly turns her head, staring at him with a fire burning behind her eyes. With no words, she reaches over to tug on his cheek with her fingers. Mean ol' Harbingers that throw red shells don't deserve cuddles.... ]
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But then, the haunting melody of Tartaglia's voice crashes that reality. That's right, he still hasn't gotten his revenge for her earlier transgression. In a panic, she swerves, trying her best to avoid his dastardly plan, but she's unfortunately not prepared in the slightest. Just like what she did to him at the beginning of the match, a red shell is hurled at her in one last act of karma. And just like that, victory is out of her sights as she falls behind both Ayaka and her scheming boyfriend. ]
No. No. No. NO!!!!
[ After the temper tanturm, she's eeriely silent, not responding to the "cute" nuzzle of his head.
Like out of a horror movieshe slowly turns her head, staring at him with a fire burning behind her eyes. With no words, she reaches over to tug on his cheek with her fingers. Mean ol' Harbingers that throw red shells don't deserve cuddles.... ]