[ She can feel a finger... tapping against one of her ribs for as far as Rokkun can reach with his arms still wrapped around her. ]
What is it? What do you see?
[ The same scene in the mirror, like a photograph of seconds— minutes- past that doesn't keep moving even after she touches her fingers to the cool, smooth surface of the glass.
Rokkun's reflection looks the same as always, chin resting comfortably on Rika's head, fingertips pressed against the mirror, eyes closed. Rika's reflection looks the same as always, squashed between a shameless teenage boy and the bathroom sink, eyes open— eyes that follow her when she moves, unblinking— then snaps back in place to resume the stillness. ]
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What is it? What do you see?
[ The same scene in the mirror, like a photograph of seconds— minutes- past that doesn't keep moving even after she touches her fingers to the cool, smooth surface of the glass.
Rokkun's reflection looks the same as always, chin resting comfortably on Rika's head, fingertips pressed against the mirror, eyes closed. Rika's reflection looks the same as always, squashed between a shameless teenage boy and the bathroom sink, eyes open— eyes that follow her when she moves, unblinking— then snaps back in place to resume the stillness. ]