[ Okay, that's a terrifyingly effective trick of hers. Yosuke gulps, very aware of how close her hands are to his throat. His head instinctively pulls back a bit as if that will somehow put some distance between them.
She--she's dirty, and deathly pale, and smells heavily of the sort of mildew one might expect when surrounded by still water. ]
Y-Yeah, what he said! We don't want any trouble. Promise!
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She--she's dirty, and deathly pale, and smells heavily of the sort of mildew one might expect when surrounded by still water. ]
Y-Yeah, what he said! We don't want any trouble. Promise!