The first thing that came into Maricha's vision was a red ribbon.
The Reimyu's ribbon was flapping more elegantly than the butterfly Maricha had caught before.
The moment she saw Reimyu's face, Maricha felt her paste turn hot like an electric stove.
"Maricha never saw a Reimyu this cute. Maricha wants to be Reimyu's friend" she thought.
But her paste was crying so loud, she couldn't say a thing.