[ It sure sounded like a dumb, unfounded idea, and Rokkun hums his uncertainty, warm breath hitting the back of Rika's neck against that spot of blood because he hadn't let her go yet, like a cat owner who'd hastily picked his cat off the ground and is still gauging whether the cat will behave when he lets it go or if it will immediately do more crime.
Crime, it feels like, since he doesn't see anything different about the bathroom mirror when he glances up at it, his reflection lifting its eyes to meet his a split second after but he's already lowering his gaze to meet Rika's reflection instead. ]
"Something" like what? You scared me...
[ He loosens his grip enough for Rika's feet to touch the ground, while still keeping his arms wrapped around her. ]
What if the mirror had broken? That's seven years of bad luck, Rika. Seven!
[ What if the mirror had fallen and smashed them both over the head? never mind that— the bad luck, take it seriously ]
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Crime, it feels like, since he doesn't see anything different about the bathroom mirror when he glances up at it, his reflection lifting its eyes to meet his a split second after but he's already lowering his gaze to meet Rika's reflection instead. ]
"Something" like what? You scared me...
[ He loosens his grip enough for Rika's feet to touch the ground, while still keeping his arms wrapped around her. ]
What if the mirror had broken? That's seven years of bad luck, Rika. Seven!
[ What if the mirror had fallen and smashed them both over the head? never mind that— the bad luck, take it seriously ]