Tome got an intense glint in her eye that signaled a rant--something Mob became VERY well acquainted with at this point. "For god's sakes, you're an ESPer yourself! You could can conjure umbrellas out of thin air, can't you? A monsoon is just like a breeze--no, a gnat sneeze! An alien's powers to withstand zero gravity and the vaccuum of space would far--..." Then, as soon as the glint was there, it faded.
Tome sunk down into the bench and lost interest in her chips altogether.
"...Oh. Who am I kidding. This doesn't matter to you. You're not even part of the club proper." Her tone was less accusatory and more resigned.
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Date: 2023-08-23 03:50 am (UTC)Tome sunk down into the bench and lost interest in her chips altogether.
"...Oh. Who am I kidding. This doesn't matter to you. You're not even part of the club proper." Her tone was less accusatory and more resigned.