At Terra's step forwards, Kyoko moves as if to rush in and strike - only to pull back suddenly. Had the motion not been accompanied by an apology, the young magical girl would have tried to cut her down. She was not about to hesitate and wind up dead. Those words were the last thing she was expecting, she draws back. Some of the tension in the air eases.
"Person? What the hell kind of a person was that?" At the demand from the winged companion, the red clad girl instead twirled the weapon one...two...three times in an antagonizing display before slamming the bottom back down on the ground, through the whole ordeal, Kyoko looks Tempest straight in the eyes.
Like she was going to listen to some floating marshmallow tell her what to do.
Only...tea...probably would also mean.
Food, right?
The lance finds its way into the clasps sideways across her back, one hand moving to hold the opposite arm.
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"Person? What the hell kind of a person was that?" At the demand from the winged companion, the red clad girl instead twirled the weapon one...two...three times in an antagonizing display before slamming the bottom back down on the ground, through the whole ordeal, Kyoko looks Tempest straight in the eyes.
Like she was going to listen to some floating marshmallow tell her what to do.
Only...tea...probably would also mean.
Food, right?
The lance finds its way into the clasps sideways across her back, one hand moving to hold the opposite arm.
"Alright, fine."