[Siffrin isn't very big, but he embedded the entire blade of his object body in Ayaka's shoulder. He would have pieced deep enough, even if it was a tiny wound. There's a nasty part of her that's glad that it might leave the mark behind, a nastier part that's glad the rapid healing from the spray might add to the mark remaining behind.]
If it wasn't used, the spray would go to waste. [She's still looking at him , and never has a long silence from an inanimate object felt so leaden with things that haven't been said.]
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[Siffrin isn't very big, but he embedded the entire blade of his object body in Ayaka's shoulder. He would have pieced deep enough, even if it was a tiny wound. There's a nasty part of her that's glad that it might leave the mark behind, a nastier part that's glad the rapid healing from the spray might add to the mark remaining behind.]
If it wasn't used, the spray would go to waste. [She's still looking at him , and never has a long silence from an inanimate object felt so leaden with things that haven't been said.]