࣭ 𓏽𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗅𝗈𝗁 𝗋𝗎𝗎𝖽 ֺ

—Hm. Now you’re lying. Eyelids drooping heavily, eyebrows raised in resignation. —Whatever. Don’t believe me, snowball. When they start implanting wires in you, don’t say I didn’t warn you.

—Oh, yeah? Well, that makes two of us, ha, —the blonde spun around in her chair in a single, fluid motion that allowed them to meet their faces—. I always did well in the hard sciences. As she finished her sentence, a genuine smile spread across her scarred lips. She gazed at +

The girl couldn’t suppress the urge to smile, now that her explanation had been heard. It seemed that the man’s reprimand went into the background of her priorities. She raised her hand with greater ease this time, reaching toward his hair. —Hmm...—she mused, gently touching a +

Her hand stopped instantly, unable to move even a millimeter. Her wrist became tiny by the difference in their size. The blonde blinked once, then twice. —But how am I supposed to know what material it’s made of if I don’t touch or test it? What if it had been wires, +