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“Oho. So then is that why you were staring at me? Then if that’s the case, I’m afraid I’ll have to turn you down forthright!” she’d laugh obnoxiously in response at first, slapping the table counter she sat upon. Just as quickly as her outburst comes, so too does it pass as she adjusts her wheelchair somewhat for her to face him better. “Anyways, threaten? Please, it was a jest— though I’m not above threats.”
“But as for what I could do to you… I shall keep that a secret. That which is hidden is sacred.” Taking a pause to consume the fry she had lifted, Okina indulges herself— paying no mind to Amaimon for a moment as she does so. “What an interesting texture… have you tried such a thing as these? ‘Chili fries’, they call it.”
“Ah, it was just a joke.” He repeats, tilting his head slightly, his eyes wandering away from the girl. “Boring.”
“Whatever you are, you are probably powerless here. They do that to you.” Whoever are ‘they’, it’s a mystery he doesn’t really care about. He was good at just accepting how things were while simultaneously trying to break everything because of it. Though he wasn’t as good as breaking things now. He leanns closer to the girl, looking at the fries. He guessed the girl wasn’t entirely human, what with the way she spoke about the fries and in general. “I’ve had them.” He holds out one hand, reaching to take a fry.
