[ It's the marshmallow that Ryoko's eyes follow initially with her first breath drawn with that squish. Truthfully, it's a treat not so much for the taste of it, but for the texture, the fact that she can play with it in her mouth. It's an edible toy, a toy that has been popped into the mouth of a stranger with whom she has locked gazes.
There's silence.
And then her eyes begin to narrow slowly into a squint, locked gaze unbroken. She doesn't so much as blink as the tail attached to her waist betrays an increasing curiosity for its increasingly quickening waving behind her. The marshmallow is gone, but this guy... ]
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There's silence.
And then her eyes begin to narrow slowly into a squint, locked gaze unbroken. She doesn't so much as blink as the tail attached to her waist betrays an increasing curiosity for its increasingly quickening waving behind her. The marshmallow is gone, but this guy... ]