[ There's that slight edge of pride that usually laces her words. Hibiki adjusts herself in her chair, the better to occupy its entirety like a throne in which she has every right to sit. ] Once I make my mind up to do something, it's as good as executed perfectly.
[ Asking her if she's okay. Ridiculous! What quirk of fate could have caused that...?
....why is this script so unsatisfying, arghgghghghghgh... ]
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[ There's that slight edge of pride that usually laces her words. Hibiki adjusts herself in her chair, the better to occupy its entirety like a throne in which she has every right to sit. ] Once I make my mind up to do something, it's as good as executed perfectly.
[ Asking her if she's okay. Ridiculous! What quirk of fate could have caused that...?
....why is this script so unsatisfying, arghgghghghghgh... ]