[This face of hers continues to pout, holding air in her cheeks like a puffer fish. If this is a staring contest, it's on. Her eyes locks with his, tempting to accept his challenge. He thinks a utensil will stop her itchy fingers, laughable.
Himiko does her best to contain herself, drumming her fingers on the table as this rude guy continues to yap his lips until something else perks her interest. Her cheeks deflate, blowing hot air his way, nothing serious, they shouldn't be close together, right?]
Are you? [She questions him with a flat tone with no doubt. It sparks her curiousity.] Is that some kind of quirk?
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Himiko does her best to contain herself, drumming her fingers on the table as this rude guy continues to yap his lips until something else perks her interest. Her cheeks deflate, blowing hot air his way, nothing serious, they shouldn't be close together, right?]
Are you? [She questions him with a flat tone with no doubt. It sparks her curiousity.] Is that some kind of quirk?
[What else can it do?]