[Kyoko wrinkles her nose upon inspecting the bandanas. It's not her idea of high fashion.
The cinnamon bunnies are given more careful inspection. She grabs one on her way behind the counter, propping her elbow up on the counter. Her free hand spins the note around, index and middle finger holding it in place.
It was foolish to ever expect anything else. She takes a bite out of the cinnamon bunny. It tastes like nothing.]
... Must've just missed her. Where'd she run off to?
[The question is asked without thinking as she drums her fingers on the paper, her palm and wrist covering the words written on it.]
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The cinnamon bunnies are given more careful inspection. She grabs one on her way behind the counter, propping her elbow up on the counter. Her free hand spins the note around, index and middle finger holding it in place.
It was foolish to ever expect anything else. She takes a bite out of the cinnamon bunny. It tastes like nothing.]
... Must've just missed her. Where'd she run off to?
[The question is asked without thinking as she drums her fingers on the paper, her palm and wrist covering the words written on it.]