[ Nebula repeats the word with some incredulousness - Her, kind? What a laughable, objectionable thing. There is no one who would have ever called her that, certainly she does not feel it. Yet, it lights something in her that she doesn't have a name for and she feels hot - embarassed. ]
[ She looks away. ]
Nebula. [ Her name. Her responses become shorter yet as she inclines her head and does not mention what he said more than she has: ] Come on.
[ ... Nor does she wait to keep moving. Congratulations, Hiiro! You may have successfully made her short-circuit. ]
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[ Nebula repeats the word with some incredulousness - Her, kind? What a laughable, objectionable thing. There is no one who would have ever called her that, certainly she does not feel it. Yet, it lights something in her that she doesn't have a name for and she feels hot - embarassed. ]
[ She looks away. ]
Nebula. [ Her name. Her responses become shorter yet as she inclines her head and does not mention what he said more than she has: ] Come on.
[ ... Nor does she wait to keep moving. Congratulations, Hiiro! You may have successfully made her short-circuit. ]