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<IBUKI> hello!! ibuki mioda here!!! ﾟ.+:｡(≧∇≦)ﾉﾟ.+:｡
<IBUKI> if you're here to talk to ibuki, leave her a message!! okay?
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you keep making her feel things NO ONE ELSE MAKES HER FEEL
[She completely stops moving, then, as if she hadn't been planning on leaving the room in the first place -
And actually turns to face him completely. Something about what he just said is making her hair stand on end.
There's... a whole lot she wants to say, here. She misses her home, too - but her home is dead. At her own hands.
Not only that, but trotting out how he's a master at what he does, how his life revolves around it, as if that's not exactly how her own life was back in her dead world -
And how she's being fired for impeding on it, almost. He misses being treated like a master, so he's firing her because she doesn't.
... And yet, Ibuki's not the kind of person to try and start a fight with people she likes. Thinks she likes.
She's pretty sure she likes him.
No, instead - despite the way her mane has doubled in size and her ears are pointed, showing her irritation - she isn't going to voice any of her problems, instead just raising a hand and shaking her head a bit in a dismissive manner.
Even kind of smiling a bit, though it's hard to tell if it's forced or not with the rest of her body language.]
No, it's fine, Ibuki gets it. It's cool!
You want the shop to be more professional, and Ibuki's really, really bad at that, so it's okay.
I'll clean out my junk from the shop, and you can make it up all nice and stuff.
[That hand raise turns into a little wave, and she turns again - but stops, a foot out the door, before looking over her shoulder.]
Oh, but, um -
You're the one who said Ibuki could call you Rohan-chan. If you didn't like it, you could'a just told me, y'know...
sexy
You are a brilliant artist, Ibuki. Never stop creating.
[ Beat. ]
And don't be afraid of me.
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Ibuki's not gonna stop over something like this.
[That...
Just gets followed with a passive shrug.]
... And she never was afraid of you.
[As if this would make her afraid of him now, somehow...? She doesn't understand why he'd tack something like that on the end, but it all it gets is a small tilt of her head before she shakes it a bit and gives him another little wave, intending to finally slip out that door.
Unless he has something else he wants to add, but... it'd probably be best to let her go do whatever it is she plans on doing next.]