[ The thing she's worried about, Suzaku, is either some yokai deciding today would be the day they would cause problems on purpose, or one of those... things. A spirit twisted and corrupted past the point of no return. Hibiki doesn't know if he would even see it before it had the chance to strike.
It isn't a slight against him—but she worries. He can defend himself against things he can see and perceive; she doesn't want to test how far that perception goes. ]
Oh, you think you're watching?
[ Turning her swing slightly so she's facing him, Hibiki holds her hand up vertically, palm toward him and fingers slightly spread apart. She offers him an equally reassuring smile, but there's a little something there. Like she's plotting something. ]
Put your hand up like this. Don't touch mine, keep a little space in-between them, okay?
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Date: 2022-10-03 07:31 pm (UTC)It isn't a slight against him—but she worries. He can defend himself against things he can see and perceive; she doesn't want to test how far that perception goes. ]
Oh, you think you're watching?
[ Turning her swing slightly so she's facing him, Hibiki holds her hand up vertically, palm toward him and fingers slightly spread apart. She offers him an equally reassuring smile, but there's a little something there. Like she's plotting something. ]
Put your hand up like this. Don't touch mine, keep a little space in-between them, okay?