(Marcia) Don't worry about that, I'm fine. And I'd rather not drink anything from strangers anyway...
(brushes her bangs over the welt on her forehead)
(Monika) ...What's up with what now?
(furrows her brow)
(this black-haired young lady is just a smidgen taller than Natsuki, but she looks older)
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-takes it- Thank you...
So, this really is some kind of magic? What am I supposed to be able to do with it?
...Oh! You must be Markov! That's it, right?
-Michael- I'm not going to just toss a book in the trash or something... besides, I still need to get the literature club to read it.
UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOISay whatever you want, Mr. Bad Idea...
(Monika) Long story short, that... basically gives you limited control over me. Three commands. Those commands are usually bound to your skin, but apparently they're stuck in that book instead.
(probably explains the feeling of getting tattooed that resulted in nothing...)
And... do I seriously look Russian to you?

...Eh?
(looks down at her cape, then quickly resets it back to normal)
O-of course not! I mean, I was— ugh.
(sigh)
...Sorry, really rough journey. I can't hold that against you, though. You're not my Master, since you don't have anything on your hand.
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