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            Cirucci snickered – not expecting that from his mouth.

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9.Tripping up/down the stairs.

Saying multitasking wasn’t her strong suit was probably an understatement when it came to this day. It seemed like no matter what she did something ended up messed up or half done before she was forced to move on to something else. 

Exhausted and over worked, Momo lost her footing while running back down the stairs she had traveled multiple times only to land face first into some strangers leg. 

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           Funny. Seems as though he didn’t believe she had the courage. Brought out a bit of laughter. Cirucci’s lips moving up into an [ ᴀʟᴍᴏsᴛ ] psychotic grin. This game becoming far more amusing than she figured. Sure as hell beat the course of battle and risk of ruining her clothing. It was a human’s way to test limits – to see how far one would be willing to go in order to win. And Cirucci was no coward.

           ☾ ┊ ‘  If you’re trying to win this, make it a challenge.  ’ 

           Because tossing her dress off into the river below wasn’t difficult – aside from the fact that Cirucci adored that piece. But this was a challenge, and she was playing to earn the crown.

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           ☾ ┊ ‘ Well thanks, Doll Face!  ’ 

           Her tone is cheery as if having blood drippedover her porcelain skin isn’t bothersome – now just wasn’t the time to worryabout it. Instead, she stood three with a sadistic grin as Golondrina’s stingspun around her ting index finger. Cirucci found this whole dance amusing.[ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛᴏʏɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪᴍ ] Playing.

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In the past, Tsukishima had danced around the edges of blade, beat Ginjou and the others in foot races, and was, in general, fast.

But apparently not fast enough to avoid having a door slam full force into his face.

He was close enough, and naturally heavy enough, that the door had only opened a few inches before bouncing off him and slamming shut again, and it was with one quick, cautious step the Tsukishima moved himself out of dodge before the person on the other side tried to open the door again. A single hand touched his nose, where he felt the warm throb starting, and his fingers came away shiny and red. He let the hand fall, not bothering to try to stem the flow with fingers alone.

When the door opened a second time and the culprit came through, Tsukishima directed a cold look her way.

“You’re quite strong for such a little thing.”

            Cirucci had felt that something wasn’t quite right when the door behind her hadn’t actually closed the way that it was supposed to. Having expected to hear the light click of door becoming secure, instead, there had been more of a thud. Being far too focused on her main objective, the woman had not realized that there had been an individual entering the premises right after her. Coming to a halt just a few steps from the door, the realization hitting her, Cirucci stepped back – opening the door again.

            Eyes catch sight of a tall, slender man figure towering over her – streaks of red dripping from his nose. [ ᴡʜᴏᴏᴘs ] Cirucci stared at him a moment. The facts were simple and she knew it.

            ☾ ┊ ‘ I get that a lot.  ’ 

            Her tone implied that this was a compliment – and it was. Pointing up to her nose, she spoke again – 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚜.