Reincarnated Into A Dead Woman's Body In Another World

Tiffany shifted a little closer, "I get that being an insensitive brat is in your nature, but I doubt you were being insensitive there," she forgave.

"Obviously not," Fumeko scoffed. "It’s hard to- Guh!" she clenched her fists.

"It’s not all happy days, I get it," the blonde replied and groaned. "This world can be really unfair and annoying."

"You can say that again," Fumeko turned and met the blonde’s gaze... "Sorry, I guess calling myself an orphan is kinda an insult to you..."

"One such as I, has tolerated insults of a much more abysmal calibre. To call thyself an orphan, is by a hair’s breadth an offence to I. Thus, thou needn’t be reprimanded," Tiffany fluttered her hand indifferently.

"Well, good; there’s literally no ’reprimanding’ you could do that I couldn’t escape anyway," the brunette rolled her eyes.

"Hmph."

The two watched the clouds roll by and wet grounds below whilst silence reigned over them. Light thunder rumbled in the distance.

"Saying that," Tiffany muttered. "I guess calling myself an orphan isn’t technically accurate anymore."

Fumeko turned and furrowed her brows, "Happy belated birthday?"

The blonde’s eye opened up more, "...Thank you. Was that a complete guess detective?"

"How else would you ’technically not be an orphan’?" she squinted back. "Unless you got adopted recently—even then, we’re graduating in the same batch-"