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[ Without believing in luck, Mikazuki is still grateful on some level that this was the result. Atsushi's doubt being pressed out from beneath his acceptance is a tangible thing, and Mikazuki thinks that that's good. That's how it ought to be. And being mostly devoid of manners still doesn't stop him from coming out with a earnest, well-worn but equally dogged: ]

Thanks.

[ Pulling his coat closer, he shakes his head. ]

Nothing strange. She just took a lot of blood, but it's nothing.

[ That he's not used to, really. It'd slow anyone down, even him. ]