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[hypertoxic]

[ She has the goofy, half-formed thought that she kind of wants to lean into his touch.

God, she is in so much trouble.

Getting a little bit of control over herself again, she lets go and floats away from him, lifting both eyebrows. ]

Returned? You think a thief ever returns what she's stolen? Please. Only if you made me!

[embattle]

Oh?

[He watches her, clearest surprise on his eyes. It seemed sort of... forward, like challenge somehow, though most of him wants to accept, giving chase. In the end, he approaches but still a bit slowed; part for his injuries, part still reserved, but the heart of him rightly intrigued by it all.]

Shouldn't you be running, then?

[hypertoxic]

[ That surprises a sweet laugh from her, and she hops back once, twice, putting distance between them. ]

Please! Like you could catch me? I'd like to see you try!

[embattle]

[As usual, she'd called his bluff. Stubborn, he'd manage a run, but no more.]

You'll fight me again, won't you?

[He's off like a child, all bruising ignored; lunging, regardless of damages, fast.]

If I catch you?

[hypertoxic]

[ Perhaps surprisingly, she doesn't try to dodge him again. She stays where she is, letting him capture her, and instead gives him a narrow, thoughtful smile. Unlike a moment ago, now there's an edge of danger to her, razor sharp and begging for blood. ]

I'll fight you again, Kyoya. But you'd better not bore me, or I won't go nearly as easy on you as I did last time.