Heh… you thought you’ve won, Muzan Kibutsuji?
I believe in my deck — and the heart of the cards!
* I place my index finger on the top card. It seems to be agonizingly long. *
I draw…!
* dramatically flings my hand to the side. *
And with this… your defeat. —
( smiling at her affirmation, he reaches over to gently smooth out her hair, tightening it as he adjusted the butterfly, making sure it was more secure. ) ; there we go, now it won't fall off.
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i can't wait. ( her soft smile remains up until she's left blinking curiously at the boy. blink. trying to follow his line of sight, brows lift, mouth forming a little ' o '. nodding immediately. ) oh. yes. sure.
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( nods! ) ; I want to show you everything!
( noticing her side pony drooping, he held his hand up, pausing for her comfort. ) ; do you mind if I. . . ?