[ Mikoto is somehow managing eye contact... truly a worthy opponent. But those stutters... Yato smells blood. His smile disappears, to be replaced by hard determination. ]
I'm ready. The only thing is... [ Slowly, he leans in until Mikoto is nearly pinned against the wall. He speaks low into Mikoto's ear... ] I can't promise I'll be gentle.
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I'm ready. The only thing is... [ Slowly, he leans in until Mikoto is nearly pinned against the wall. He speaks low into Mikoto's ear... ] I can't promise I'll be gentle.