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[:'( pff, only because he can't make the lighting fixtures pop into bits of glass above her head. and because he's sickly, and small, with a pretty face? who'd be scared of that, really? tell me. tell me.
He's sulking, so he pulls away from her. 'Don't touch me,' he's implying, by curling up as tightly as that thick coat will allow. Brat, that's probably what Yukimi would say.]
I was in the hospital for a little while sometime before coming here, [with a dry sort of gaze at the wall.]