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It took more effort than it should have to finally, [i]finally[/i] get the phone out of Machida's hand. Shiori paused her assault long enough to look at the stream, but she wasn't sure what she was looking at. A few presses revealed that there was no video or photos at least. She had half a mind to bash his face with the phone, but as she looked down at Machida, she stopped. She wasn't necessarily calm, but the true subject of her ire was where she wanted her rage to go. She stood, dropping his phone on the ground, albeit she didn't let Machida get away with just that before one last, swift kick. 

She looked around for Nakano, realizing too late that the weasel ran. Fuck, maybe she should've ignored Machida. She could hear what sounded like a click in the distance. Probably more pictures taken. But as the adrenaline died down, she felt like she was waking up. She definitely had handled the situation entirely wrong, but at the same time, she didn't know what else to do. If Totsuka calling Nakano out didn't deter her, what else would? At least breaking her good hand might've stalled it, but was there any actually stopping her?

Shiori stared off into the distance for a moment, a cold washing over her. Her hands hurt. The cigarettes in her pocket were probably smashed. It was weird, it wasn't like she thought Nakano didn't have it coming, but she just felt weird. [color=pink]"...sorry. I let her get away,"[/color] She mumbled out an apology to Totsuka.

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