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[Wow, someone has...a lot of Valentine's swag in their room. Flying, singing toy cupids, cards that sparkle, boxes of chocolates...

But Utena doesn't look too happy about it. She's currently attempting to push one of the toy cupids into a overstuffed trunk, cursing under her breath all the while. The trunk promptly flies open in an explosion of heart-shaped glitter and various Valentine presents.

Utena slumps against the trunk, and her hair is quickly covered in a fine, shimmering glitter. She sighs. Sorry Alma, the room is totally ruined right now.]

The best part about this dumb holiday is when it's over. Is going to the ball mandatory?

[Can't turn off her swag, etc.]

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[headedforhope]

Terrible, but not unsurprising.

[She finally manages to shut the trunk, and glances up at Utena. Mami wonders if she'd do the same thing that a person like that might, if Utena wasn't hers - if the other girl hadn't even been her friend since childhood, if she was all alone and had always been. It's a small relief to come to the slow, yet true realization that she wouldn't; Mami is a liar, she knows how to coerce and deceive, but even she has depths to which she could never imagine sinking. Still, Mami understands that sort of need. That deep ache, the relentless desire to be noticed and liked by the object of one's affections. She can feel a ghost of that feeling stir within her whenever one of Utena's admirers get a little too bold, or when the two of them haven't managed to share some alone time in a long while.

Her task done, Mami gets up to sit on the bed with Utena.]

Desperation can be quite powerful, after all.