Chapter 241 - 242: And you’re one tantrum away from breaking your pretty little nose
"Oh but you just answered yourself—I am a demon, and this is what demons do. They FLOAT around," Bubu said in the most obnoxious, singsong voice imaginable.
She did a slow somersault in the air above Isabella’s head, her translucent form shimmering faintly like soap bubbles in candlelight.
Isabella didn’t look up. She simply exhaled and stared ahead like a weary mother who’d just heard her toddler throw a spoon across the room for the fifteenth time.
"But you know I was giving you the silent treatment," Isabella replied, her voice laced with the exhausted kind of maturity one uses when trying not to slap someone and ruin a good manicure.
Bubu gasped, placing a transparent hand over her chest like she’d just been stabbed with a feather. "And you think I don’t deserve your divine affection for, what, an hour? Two hours? What is this? Abuse? Psychological warfare?!"
"You had one job," Isabella said flatly, turning her face up to the ceiling, "and you failed it. Spectacularly. With glitter and fireworks."
"Excuse me?" Bubu zipped down like a streak of light, hovering just inches from Isabella’s nose. "I gave you the fan, did I not?"
"Oh yes," Isabella drawled, eyes narrowed. "You handed me a fan that barely scratched three beast creeps who tried to rape me. A fan that literally whiffed their skin like I was tickling them with flower petals."
"Well, that sounds like a you problem," Bubu chirped, floating backward and spinning like a fairy on crack. "Maybe if you started cultivating earlier and if you knew how to use the fan—"
"I was almost KILLED, Bubu."
"And yet, here you are, glowing with righteous rage and looking as fabulous as ever."