[ He does a great job of stopping them once he's got them shoved off. Mira can't deny that he's right: They got too worked up, too sloppy, and the side of their face aches. Pinned down like this, jaw held in place, they look up at him with still too-bright, too-wild eyes.
The look passes. Mira lets out a breath that hangs in the air between them like smoke. They let out a low laugh, a huff more than anything. ]
Didn't you want to provoke me? [ they reply back, lips quirking up in a slightly sardonic smile. They take his hand, wobbling a little once they're on their feet. ] But I'm fine with calling it even. Save some for next time, right? Maybe you'll figure out one day why and how I surprised you so much.
[ It's cagey on purpose, because they don't want to spill a single secret to someone they've just met. They moove on breezily and gesture to their face. ]
I wouldn't worry too much about this, [ they say as they bring a hand up to the wound. Their hand glows a soft, warm gold. It's still a mess, but the worst of it is mended, but they look puzzled.
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The look passes. Mira lets out a breath that hangs in the air between them like smoke. They let out a low laugh, a huff more than anything. ]
Didn't you want to provoke me? [ they reply back, lips quirking up in a slightly sardonic smile. They take his hand, wobbling a little once they're on their feet. ] But I'm fine with calling it even. Save some for next time, right? Maybe you'll figure out one day why and how I surprised you so much.
[ It's cagey on purpose, because they don't want to spill a single secret to someone they've just met. They moove on breezily and gesture to their face. ]
I wouldn't worry too much about this, [ they say as they bring a hand up to the wound. Their hand glows a soft, warm gold. It's still a mess, but the worst of it is mended, but they look puzzled.
Anyway! ]
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