“Well, of course she’s a lesbooian! Who in Gensokyo isn’t? I mean, I’m pretty sure I’m a lesbooian too!”
[ And then she realizes she heard Kneesocks say ‘little’. ]
“HEY! LOOK! I DON’T REALLY CARE ABOUT WHO I’M TALKING WITH, ‘CAUSE YOU’RE NOT AS IMPORTANT AS ME, FLANDRE SCARLET! UFU! SO SHUT YOUR TRAP! I’M NOT LITTLE!
NOT.
LITTLE!!!
I’m not really confused a lot. Should I have drunk sex to see what happens?”
[ No, she really doesn’t get what sex exactly is. ]
Kneesocks felt irritation at this little girl’s words. Oh wow, she could say her own name. That most certainly made her more important than a commander demon…
Of course, she didn’t say that. Instead, she smiled, feeling incredibly crafty.
“So, you are a lesbian, and have a sister that you love, am I correct? Because I know how amazing drunk sex can be with my sister… just a thought, that is all~”
Although she was normally above this kind of behavior, Kneesocks was pissed off with little-miss-scarlet, and would relish the results of this experiment…