[Though the veil does much to hide KuroMisa's identity, her expressions, her presence- there's the distinct sensation of a withering glare from beyond it, slender fingers still white-knuckled in a bundle of delicate lace in the wake of Kirma's astute observation.]
[The attention of the room swung onto them, now was not a good time to indulge the mutt in his successful scenting, if ever. It's perhaps a miracle that he seems self-preserving enough to swallow the name down halfway, and Matoba wonders if it's really because he understands the implications of the situation they're in, or if it's some other, much more stupid reason.]
[You have to understand. He's been dealing with a lot of large, brainless men recently.]
I see. So we have met before? [Dryly, her fingers flex, thumb rubbing across the texture of the net in her hand. A feline-like tic, dreaming of evisceration.] You'll have to forgive me. I have made so many acquaintances lately that they... slip my mind, sometimes.
[He's wagging. Why, Matoba agonizingly wonders, is he wagging?]
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[The attention of the room swung onto them, now was not a good time to indulge the mutt in his successful scenting, if ever. It's perhaps a miracle that he seems self-preserving enough to swallow the name down halfway, and Matoba wonders if it's really because he understands the implications of the situation they're in, or if it's some other, much more stupid reason.]
[You have to understand. He's been dealing with a lot of large, brainless men recently.]
I see. So we have met before? [Dryly, her fingers flex, thumb rubbing across the texture of the net in her hand. A feline-like tic, dreaming of evisceration.] You'll have to forgive me. I have made so many acquaintances lately that they... slip my mind, sometimes.
[He's wagging. Why, Matoba agonizingly wonders, is he wagging?]