[Saito's head swings to the side when the hand connects with his cheek, the suddenness of the movement snapping him from the trance-like state induced by his own abnormal curiosity and imagination. As though stunned, a couple of seconds pass before he raises a hand to touch where she hit him.
It feels unpleasantly warm. And stings. The fingers curl up against his own cheek.
His head rolls on his neck back towards her direction. The childlike (although aberrant) excitement from just moments ago, gone; replaced by an eerily calm voice and a scowl.]
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It feels unpleasantly warm. And stings. The fingers curl up against his own cheek.
His head rolls on his neck back towards her direction. The childlike (although aberrant) excitement from just moments ago, gone; replaced by an eerily calm voice and a scowl.]
... What did you do that for?