[ Hibiki does indeed have to resort to that last plan. The music almost starts up again, then cuts off abruptly as someone yells instead. ] Enough! Enter.
[ Should Hibiki follow this directive, he will find....Hibiki. Sitting on yet another couch, with yet another coffee table in front of her. On this one, however, instead of books, there's tea. A pot and a saucer and a cup of tea. And there is no sound system to be found, strangely enough.
She's lifting her cup to take a sip as she talks, not looking up. ] You aren't caught in the throes of emotion at present, so I doubt this can be that -
[ Liquid to her lips, she looks up. You. Are not Venus.
Hibiki sputters into her cup and bends over coughing. ]
no subject
[ Should Hibiki follow this directive, he will find....Hibiki. Sitting on yet another couch, with yet another coffee table in front of her. On this one, however, instead of books, there's tea. A pot and a saucer and a cup of tea. And there is no sound system to be found, strangely enough.
She's lifting her cup to take a sip as she talks, not looking up. ] You aren't caught in the throes of emotion at present, so I doubt this can be that -
[ Liquid to her lips, she looks up. You. Are not Venus.
Hibiki sputters into her cup and bends over coughing. ]