[ She stops shaking him in favor of melting deep into the refuge of her hood like a vertical turtle. With the deepening red hue of her face, she gives the impression of an old-fashioned furnace. Add abruptly stops cackling, perhaps sensing a mood in her that often prefaces box-related violence — though instead of reaching for his cage, she's clutched the fabric of Gen's coat a little tighter...
Her hands aren't willing to do much more than that though, and she accepts defeat with a quiet sigh. She has yet to devise a defense against Gen when he really feels like picking on her. Her hands drop back down, where they fiddle nervously with her slightly hassled bingo card. ]
I-It can't be that hard.
[ You just put your face on someone else! It's easy!!
She should probably just disengage and toss her card away at this point, but in a strange way she doesn't want to disappoint Gen and/or prove him right by throwing in the towel right off the bat. ]
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Her hands aren't willing to do much more than that though, and she accepts defeat with a quiet sigh. She has yet to devise a defense against Gen when he really feels like picking on her. Her hands drop back down, where they fiddle nervously with her slightly hassled bingo card. ]
I-It can't be that hard.
[ You just put your face on someone else! It's easy!!
She should probably just disengage and toss her card away at this point, but in a strange way she doesn't want to disappoint Gen and/or prove him right by throwing in the towel right off the bat. ]