[ Touma doesn't hold his breath, but he does brace himself. He shifts from sitting into a crouch, one hand on the floor, his right hand out to the side and ready to push or punch or snap at whatever might pop out of it.
He blinks owlishly at her when she says that. ] Oh? What is it?
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Date: 2012-01-07 06:40 am (UTC)He blinks owlishly at her when she says that. ] Oh? What is it?