[ Everything stops. Mizuki finds it harder and harder to keep her hand still, until she balls it into a fist and finally lowers it to her side. She takes some deep breaths, and when nothing else explodes, she'll answer.
Not... that she knows the true answer, really. It was instinct, and she knew it would work. She can always count on her fists—hands. ]
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Not... that she knows the true answer, really. It was instinct, and she knew it would work. She can always count on her fists—hands. ]
Because you needed it?