[ Mizuki straightens nervously, her wrist visibly twitching from the effort she exudes not to just deck him. The grave is forgotten as she listens, because for all that she hates that voice now, it is also smooth. She can see how he can use it to manipulate people so easily, even without the benefit of another body at his disposal.
After reflecting on that for some seconds, she clicks her tongue, lifting her arm with annoyance to brush his hand away, more gently than he deserves. ]
Fine. I don't. [ What'd they call it? 'Oxytocin' or something? ] Are you about to tell me?
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After reflecting on that for some seconds, she clicks her tongue, lifting her arm with annoyance to brush his hand away, more gently than he deserves. ]
Fine. I don't. [ What'd they call it? 'Oxytocin' or something? ] Are you about to tell me?