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Mitsuru 009 // See No Fail, Speak No Fail
[This has been a poor start to her day off. Sundays were one of the few, rare, moments where Mitsuru could take her time with waking up. Which, she did enjoy at first. Right up until she stretched and yawned-
Or tried to yawn. That had been when she'd realized that her voice didn't work; almost like all the nerves to it had been cut off, leaving her mute. And then, she was shocked into full wakefulness when she realized that she also couldn't hear or feel Artemisia in the back of her mind.
So, perhaps understandably, Mitsuru is not in the best, or most alert of moods as she steps into the cafeteria for breakfast.]
Or tried to yawn. That had been when she'd realized that her voice didn't work; almost like all the nerves to it had been cut off, leaving her mute. And then, she was shocked into full wakefulness when she realized that she also couldn't hear or feel Artemisia in the back of her mind.
So, perhaps understandably, Mitsuru is not in the best, or most alert of moods as she steps into the cafeteria for breakfast.]
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[He's honestly just trying to be helpful and reassuring. It really isn't so bad, Miss B|!]
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[Her hands go still for a moment, as she thinks about the situation.]
'This is a good chance to review.'
[And possibly learn some new things. At the very least, it will take her mind off of that silent space in the back of her mind.]
'Other things will be more difficult.'
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[He's really not sure why she's so upset (as he's unaware of the lack of magic, and whatnot) - if he's dealt with it for 17 years, he thinks she can deal with it for two weeks, especially because she does know some sign language.]
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[And to a degree, it is. It's just...She'd prefer not requiring help in the first place.
She frowns for a moment at that thought, and almost crosses her arms...Right until she realizes she still needs them.]
'Perhaps eventually. My skill is still not so good.'
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[Rion treats this with the same reverence one would treat the Golden Rule, or some equally important axiom.]
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...There's a moment where she almost closes her eyes to cut off the conversation and give herself some breathing room, but the memory of that altercation in the classroom stops her short of doing that. Her eyes are barely closed for a second, before she blinks them open.
Instead, now she does cross her arms, trying to signify that she's finished with this exercise, for now.]