How NOT to be a mother in a doomed story (Oc story)

Little droplet part 3

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"Hmmm......there is only slice of cake left, and there are four of us.."

"This...may be a problem.." Mused Columbina softly fro the side.

Sandronne gave the Damselette a glare before she sent a smug smirk at the rest of them. "Well, it obviously belongs to me..I did set the invitations to all of you..and so, for such a hazle this last piece belongs to me.." The little tyrant declared.

[Prideful the little brat huh..] Crucabena thought dryly

However before Sandrone could so much as reach for the plate, Signora's fan unfurled, blocking the doll's hand in a single smooth motion. The blonde woman gave a furtive glance at the living doll with amusement in her sole eye. "Oh~? And here I thought that as the host you would be more than delighted to serve your guests~..in a proper fashion~"

"And a good guest stays in line when invited to someone elses party...or did you forget in your old age....Signora?"

Signora's lips curled dangerously. "Perhaps..if said host would have stopped nagging about everything that has happened to them for five centuries for give seconds...though for a brat that must be normal.."

Sandrone's smirk crumbled instantly, replaced with a scowl sharp enough to cut steel. "What was that..? You said something..? I could not quite heard if from here..those balls of fat attached to your chest makes your speech harder to be heard....but surely you already knew~"

Crucabena rubbed her temples.

Oh dear...and the tea party had started so well....

And why was Columbina eating potato chips? Wasn't she going to stop this? More importantly...where had she pulled those out..!?

"How interesting.." Signora replied sweetly, not missing a beat as she leaned in further, making a total show of her girls in the process. "With how much you are eyeing them one would think you are actually jealous of them.., something you wanna confess my little puppet..?"

[Damn girl, you are killing her..!]

"WHAT!? M-me? What!? I-I am not jealous of some flimpsy, squishy flesh! Do us all a favour an erase those thoughts from your simple little mind and get this..!: My mechanical parts are a thousand times better than those low hanging fruits of yours..!!!"

Columbina blinked once, slowly...or the equivalent of it when you were religiously keeping your eyes closed. "Then, maybe you should not eat another slice of cake Sandronne. It could prove dangerous to your parts, no?" Mused Columbina, earning the attention of the android towards her.

"Do you think me stupid? You only say that because you want the last slice of cake for yourself..., Columbina.."

Columbina pouted visibly at that. "Hmm...she got me."

A comical droplet slid behind Crucabena's scalp. [Seriously? That was your plan?]

"I think that she maybe cranky" Columbina continued thoughtfully "It does happen when her gears get stuck.."

"What!? How dare you!? As If I was some sort of cheap-made pile of trash to have such a simple flaw..!"

"You don't? Then why flames flare around you when you speak with me?" Columbina asked almost innocently...yet she could not help but feel she was baiting Sandronne into another fit. Which...she succeded as the little Harbinger turned red with anger. The spin-wheel in her back spinning more and more faster.