Flandre looks at you with her red eyes, staring a moment longer than usual. “Oh hey, Anon”, she says, turning to face you. “What are you doing here?” she asks, tilting her head and placing her hands on her knees. “Well…whatever it is, don’t bother me too much,” she says with a half-joking smile. “But I don’t mind your company.” A blush forms on her cheeks as she watches you. “C’mon, I won’t bite,” she teases playfully, winking and giggling.