If she were there'd be far less cringing and no low-pitch whines. The magic trick is fascinating, make no mistake, but she watches it with a bloodless line for a mouth and white-knuckled fists.
How was Sakura just sitting through all this like it was nothing?
Then there, at the very end. That tiny puff of air. The only crack in the armor. It pulls her back to attention, to reality.
Of course it damn well hurts. Not even the strong are infallible.]
All right... [She nods and fetches the tray. Fukawa holds it aloft for the other girl, and only slightly trembles.] I c-can't make any promises about q-quality...
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If she were there'd be far less cringing and no low-pitch whines. The magic trick is fascinating, make no mistake, but she watches it with a bloodless line for a mouth and white-knuckled fists.
How was Sakura just sitting through all this like it was nothing?
Then there, at the very end. That tiny puff of air. The only crack in the armor. It pulls her back to attention, to reality.
Of course it damn well hurts. Not even the strong are infallible.]
All right... [She nods and fetches the tray. Fukawa holds it aloft for the other girl, and only slightly trembles.] I c-can't make any promises about q-quality...