Interlude: Claw Mark's Lunch_2

"Huh? What did you call me? You stinky cat!"

As soon as Semi cursed her, the young girl's temper flared up, "In what way am I fat? I've told you I just like to eat, I'm not fat, okay?"

Strictly speaking, the girl's figure was indeed far from "fat." Though her face was visibly chubby and her bare arms somewhat plump, she could at most be described as "full-figured," not "fat."

"Fatty fat fatty fatty!"

However, Semi was not in the mood to quibble over definitions at the moment and kept repeating the insult, while slamming its paws on the table: "Give me back my orange! You thief!"

"...Heh, okay, very good."

The girl fell silent for a while, then suddenly let out a cold sneer, "You're asking for it."