[ Making another face at the sudden appearance of the cigar, skin around her lips wrinkling slightly, she waves off the worst of the smell and glances around the barbershop. Even if it is currently a crime scene, it's also someone's business, and—
They really took a sledgehammer to it, didn't they? And, well, her more than him.
While he stands there and smokes, she brings over a small wastebasket and starts to toss out the shattered fragments of the mirror. She cuts herself once or twice, but they heal up almost instantly, the seams of her broken skin closing back up like a zipper. ]
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Kimiko.
[ Making another face at the sudden appearance of the cigar, skin around her lips wrinkling slightly, she waves off the worst of the smell and glances around the barbershop. Even if it is currently a crime scene, it's also someone's business, and—
They really took a sledgehammer to it, didn't they? And, well, her more than him.
While he stands there and smokes, she brings over a small wastebasket and starts to toss out the shattered fragments of the mirror. She cuts herself once or twice, but they heal up almost instantly, the seams of her broken skin closing back up like a zipper. ]