[ If there's one person who can handle drinking poison, it's Kimiko. Her system will overcompensate with enough salinity to flush it out in minutes. Fortunately, while it tastes like being punched in the mouth by a rainbow, it doesn't smell acidic.
Over her very dramatic swirly straw, Kimiko watches Miguel for a few seconds and then brings her hands together to replicate the quote-unquote song.
Fist into palm, fist into palm, fist into palm, etc.
When he does it, it sounds almost as cool and badass as he wants her to believe. When she does it, just sounds like like dry skin smacking together. Feeling quite silly, she shrugs sheepishly and gives up.
Thomas appreciates it, though. "Oh, what lovely music! Are you two in a band?" ]
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Over her very dramatic swirly straw, Kimiko watches Miguel for a few seconds and then brings her hands together to replicate the quote-unquote song.
Fist into palm, fist into palm, fist into palm, etc.
When he does it, it sounds almost as cool and badass as he wants her to believe. When she does it, just sounds like like dry skin smacking together. Feeling quite silly, she shrugs sheepishly and gives up.
Thomas appreciates it, though. "Oh, what lovely music! Are you two in a band?" ]