And just like that, that giddy excited feeling vanished. Flandre seems to deflate; rolling over into a crouch still mostly on the floor, hands curled under her shoulders and wings somewhere between clamped to her back and hiding her face. There was fun, and tag and play and--then she ruined it. Again.

"I'm sorry," she mumbles. Talking was a bit hard when you were trying to keep your teeth hidden.

"You scared me."