"Ha," Noriko bites out, bringing one arm up to guard her face from the bugs. She doesn't shy way from them--she's had way, way worse thrown at her than creepy-crawlies--but she'd like to not take one to the face, either way. "Anyone who thinks I'm sweet to look at is dumber than they look."
She lashes out again; this time with full readiness to discharge, enough current that it might singe the fabric stored in her hands. "And considering what you look like. Well."
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She lashes out again; this time with full readiness to discharge, enough current that it might singe the fabric stored in her hands. "And considering what you look like. Well."