[ Truthfully, Mikazuki has become used to just slotting anything that has very real and very clearly implausible results into must be magic, but it seems he was right this time. He stays leaned over where he is, flexing his hands a few times to watch how the once-fresh wounds move beneath his skin. Some of them are still open, mostly the deeper puncture marks, but it's already enough for him.
After a moment, he takes a slow breath, adrenaline-lethargic. ]
You say that, but...
[ He's looking at something real enough, isn't he? ]
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After a moment, he takes a slow breath, adrenaline-lethargic. ]
You say that, but...
[ He's looking at something real enough, isn't he? ]