For the jab, Kirihara got treated to a single finger stuck up in the air. His breathing regulated out, slowly but surely returning the ability to form full sentences, even if he did still look like he played five sets.
"Pancakes and Socrates, you're welcome for the level up in wisdom," Zaizen finally straightened up again, still wearing the lopsided cat ears as he massaged his jaw. "God, my face hurts."
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Date: 2018-03-04 03:22 pm (UTC)"Pancakes and Socrates, you're welcome for the level up in wisdom," Zaizen finally straightened up again, still wearing the lopsided cat ears as he massaged his jaw. "God, my face hurts."