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Shiori outright scoffed, giving his arm a whack before hurrying a little so they'd be walking side-to-side. [i]Pointy[/i], who the hell described elbows as [i]pointy?![/i] If he wanted to see pointy, she could always show him a knife. As she looked down at her thin arms, she quietly stewed in her annoyance. Fine, she was a stick, so what? It wasn't like she was entirely curveless. Obviously, she wasn't as [i]blessed[/i] as Ichika or President Tits McGee, but she wasn't an ironing board nor was she a hippo like Hattori. In fact, she would describe herself as the pinnacle of Japanese beauty.

[color=pink]"You're lucky I didn't point it any lower,"[/color] She huffed out her response, tossing his jacket back at him. [color=pink]"I just know how to use the assets I have."[/color]

And her assets were just fine. 

She put those thoughts aside as she lead them off the sidewalk and towards a park. It, like much of the rest of the town, was on the sadder side. The swingset was miraculously intact, but the merry-go-round was rusted and the sandbox had a mix of sand, dirt, and an assortment of what looked like rocks. There was also a rickety slide that no sane parent would let their child climb up on. A pagoda sheltered the sole bench, pointing out to a sea of trees and a steep drop off that revealed a neighborhood and a river.

The redhead was all too eager to get a fix, immediately tearing away the plastic that protected the box. Once she double-checked her pockets for her lighter, she then remembered Sato's uneasiness. He was unusually squeamish around Totsuka--an all too-common effect for whatever reason--which could present a problem in the future. [color=pink]"And don't go messing with Sato too much. He enables my addiction,"[/color] She added, plucking out a cigarette.

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