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Well, that was easy. Caught him on the first punch. He wasn't very good at this. Then again, he was at least doing as well as just about everyone else who came down here. That was to say, terribly. Shaking her right hand to get some of that black tar off, she continued grinning childishly as Jason stood back up.
"You're still not broken! ...Anymore than you already are, anyway."
He had the face of a really big raisin after a bored child took a knife and fork to it to pass the time.
"Well, got you! Your turn now!"
And for his attack, he threw a rock at her. Was it poor man's danmaku? Just one projectile? Flandre just batted the debris away with one hand, her grin falling into a neutral, disappointed-looking expression.
"Hey, can't you decide what game we're gonna play? I'm just gonna play by myself if you keep changing it!"
She watched the mist reform to her right and turned her head to face it. Then he returned to mist. Her head followed him left, forward, and then left again.
"Is this tag? Danmaku?! Make up your mind or I'm going to get mad!"
As she yelled into the empty air, he appeared and grabbed her. Yet she didn't look pained or distressed in the slightest. Rather, a smile creeped across her face as he finally reappeared. However, it wasn't quite the same as the playful grin from before. The way her eyes and mouth contorted made her seem a bit more sinister than someone who looked like her should be. Thrusting out her arms to take a grip of Jason's shoulders, she used her strength to try to rip Jason's arms right out of their sockets before kicking him hard in the chest.
"...You're it!"
@T.O.M.
"You're still not broken! ...Anymore than you already are, anyway."
He had the face of a really big raisin after a bored child took a knife and fork to it to pass the time.
"Well, got you! Your turn now!"
And for his attack, he threw a rock at her. Was it poor man's danmaku? Just one projectile? Flandre just batted the debris away with one hand, her grin falling into a neutral, disappointed-looking expression.
"Hey, can't you decide what game we're gonna play? I'm just gonna play by myself if you keep changing it!"
She watched the mist reform to her right and turned her head to face it. Then he returned to mist. Her head followed him left, forward, and then left again.
"Is this tag? Danmaku?! Make up your mind or I'm going to get mad!"
As she yelled into the empty air, he appeared and grabbed her. Yet she didn't look pained or distressed in the slightest. Rather, a smile creeped across her face as he finally reappeared. However, it wasn't quite the same as the playful grin from before. The way her eyes and mouth contorted made her seem a bit more sinister than someone who looked like her should be. Thrusting out her arms to take a grip of Jason's shoulders, she used her strength to try to rip Jason's arms right out of their sockets before kicking him hard in the chest.
"...You're it!"
@T.O.M.