[ ah yes, sumire feels much better once she's placed onto the nice, stable tabletop and is no longer riding the waves of futaba's hand. finding her feet beneath her, she straightens up, craning her neck in an attempt to see the table around her, though it's difficult when everything is so BIG.
anyway, futaba's trying so hard here to get that cookie, and sumire feels so useless - in fact, she's about to open her mouth to apologize for it when futaba speaks her master plan.
oh.
ah. ]
Th-throw me..!?
[ she looks incredulous, her eyes as wide as saucers, but then.. then she steels herself, her tiny hands balling into fists. she's done crazier stuff in the metaverse, hasn't she? grappling around on those lines. she can totally do this!! ]
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anyway, futaba's trying so hard here to get that cookie, and sumire feels so useless - in fact, she's about to open her mouth to apologize for it when futaba speaks her master plan.
oh.
ah. ]
Th-throw me..!?
[ she looks incredulous, her eyes as wide as saucers, but then.. then she steels herself, her tiny hands balling into fists. she's done crazier stuff in the metaverse, hasn't she? grappling around on those lines. she can totally do this!! ]
.. okay! Okay, I can do it!