...Well actually it outright slaughtered Mikoto's pride. She hangs her head, fighting the darkening blush on her face.]
It's...a frog. Gekota.
[But she looks up again and---crap, her hands are just itching to hold that one pen, oh---
WHAT MORE HAS SHE GOT TO LOSE.....moving awfully quickly, Mikoto goes over to the little kiosk and picks up said pen, poking the little Gekota figurine adorning the end of it, squinting her eyes, but her lips are resisting a grin.]
I, uh, collect his stuff. [She closes her eyes, forcing herself to appear prim and nonchalant.] On occasion.
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...Well actually it outright slaughtered Mikoto's pride. She hangs her head, fighting the darkening blush on her face.]
It's...a frog. Gekota.
[But she looks up again and---crap, her hands are just itching to hold that one pen, oh---
WHAT MORE HAS SHE GOT TO LOSE.....moving awfully quickly, Mikoto goes over to the little kiosk and picks up said pen, poking the little Gekota figurine adorning the end of it, squinting her eyes, but her lips are resisting a grin.]
I, uh, collect his stuff. [She closes her eyes, forcing herself to appear prim and nonchalant.] On occasion.
[Mikoto pls.]