[Diana's about to inquire further as to what Akko had meant-- you can't just start a thought like that and not finish it, Akko!-- but then suddenly Akko's head is on her shoulder.
And she's saying nice things about her hair.] I'm-- I'm sorry, my-- my what? My hair is what?
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And she's saying nice things about her hair.] I'm-- I'm sorry, my-- my what? My hair is what?
A-Akko, that's out of nowhere--