𝔻𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕘𝕖𝕥. . . 🔥

𝗥𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝗠𝗲. . . 𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙛 𝙄’𝙢 𝙂𝙤𝙣𝙚. . .

`` Machan. . . . So cute. . . . H- How can I help you, dear—? 💞 ``

"Is it because Machan wants to be remembered, as herself, not just the plush?"

Her heart flutters slightly at the statement. Hands coming up to her cheeks, own smile growing tremendously. `` I- I want to be your trainer, Machan—!! I can't let someone this cute fall into obscurity—!! I'll make you the most popular umamusume ever—!! ✨💞 ``

"...Right. Okay." She's not sure how they went from thighs to introductions. "I'm Erina."

`` If that's what you want, then I'll make sure to engrave your image into my mind. I'll ensure that you are never forgotten. ✨ `` Slowly, Marcy brings her hand back away from the other, before giving a soft smile. `` So, Machan was it—? Do you already have a trainer—? ``

"Has Machan tried asking for help for this yet?"

"Is Machan intending to make every one by herself?"

Then, Marcy shall continue! Hand slowly rubbing in-between those ears, making sure not to touch them without explicit permission. `` Such an adorable umamusume you are. . . ``

"If there's nothing yet, that just means something will come. How much for the little Machan?"

"Are you Machan?"

"A Machan close to my heart? Interesting."

"Oh? A friend!"

“Why limit yourself to someday?”

“I’m already seeing her, aren’t I?”

Blink. "...Need something?"

`` Ah, yes—!! I'll make sure to memorize every aspect of this adorable umamusume known as Machan—!! `` The girl extends a hand out, slowly testing the waters to see if she'd be allowed to place a hand on top of the uma's head, just to gently pat her.