[The point he was going to prove gets disproven immediately.
The tall one's kind of hot.
A glare fires up at the guy who grins back. He nudges one of his pals and gestures and it's all Baroona can do not to push past Mikoto's arm.
But he stays put and obeys, though his hand hovers over his knives and his mind already protests against the thought of being protected so early and so soon. He casts a wary frown at Mikoto, a silent question of are you sure.
Because, really. He'd gladly beat them up after that one comment.]
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[The point he was going to prove gets disproven immediately.
The tall one's kind of hot.
A glare fires up at the guy who grins back. He nudges one of his pals and gestures and it's all Baroona can do not to push past Mikoto's arm.
But he stays put and obeys, though his hand hovers over his knives and his mind already protests against the thought of being protected so early and so soon. He casts a wary frown at Mikoto, a silent question of are you sure.
Because, really. He'd gladly beat them up after that one comment.]