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[ Miho isn’t one for computers, and it is obvious in the dead eyed stare she gives the network as the video goes and rolls on.
And on.
And on.
Aaaaand on.
She doesn’t blink, not once, not even as she picks out a sai from inside her shirt and starts idly tossing it up and down, twirling it around. Then she catches it by the blade, totally uncaring about you know, maybe slicing her hand open. She scrutinizes the sharpness of the blade – tilting her head to and fro to inspect it. Head still canted, her eyes return to the screen for a split second of PURE JUDGMENT before flipping the said in her hand, then she jabs the handle onto the disconnect button.
Yeah. She's watching you guys. ]
And on.
And on.
Aaaaand on.
She doesn’t blink, not once, not even as she picks out a sai from inside her shirt and starts idly tossing it up and down, twirling it around. Then she catches it by the blade, totally uncaring about you know, maybe slicing her hand open. She scrutinizes the sharpness of the blade – tilting her head to and fro to inspect it. Head still canted, her eyes return to the screen for a split second of PURE JUDGMENT before flipping the said in her hand, then she jabs the handle onto the disconnect button.
Yeah. She's watching you guys. ]