[ At that, he gives her a look. Kind of disgusted, kind of annoyed, and kind of unsure what to do. After a few seconds, he clicks his tongue and pulls his hands out of his pockets. He takes the pencil with his right-hand, which is quite visibly charred, and—actually seems to be struggling to hold it in a tight grip? Despite that, he scribbles something down.
The letters are sloppy, incredibly so. He does manage to write something but the legibility is questionable. There's no way in hell it's a match. ]
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The letters are sloppy, incredibly so. He does manage to write something but the legibility is questionable. There's no way in hell it's a match. ]
This is pointless. Mikoto Suoh.