Waking up, the woman decided she felt no remorse for whoever was strewn haphazardly across her chest, likely forced asleep by one of the various ways she could put you to sleep. Whether it was lecturing, a spell, simply looking into her eyes when she so pleased, or something else entirely, this… girl, it felt like, noting her weight… was probably going to be asleep just a little longer.
Mima was an insomniac. Even death couldn't put her to sleep. She only fell asleep when someone decided to sleep on top of her and she couldn't move away.
Slowly opening her bright green eyes, seeming even brighter because the pigment leeched itself out of her skin, she watched the rising and falling of her guest's chest with her normal, slight squint. …So it was…?
Oh right, she remembered. It was that princess she had fought, wasn't it? That one who liked to play pretend? She happily returned to playing with the young woman's brown hair, now unorganized and out of its ponytail. No one had lost that match. Each participant had won.
I guess you could say it was no contest.
((Kotohime is such a / with that quote to Mima after her fight aaaa))