[ Hibiki has abandoned her sprawl in favor for curling up in the fetal position on the couch, hands clapped over her ears while she shivers. She's not leaving this living room alive. That fact is becoming increasingly clear.
The kid, though, is clapping and jumping and jamming for all they're worth. That was so great! Them next, them next! Uh, um....
Kepo kepo mon, kepo mon kepo mon! Mon mon kepo, gotta....kepo with the mon.
Um. Uh. Ahhh....
Hibiki unscrunches her face long enough to tentatively begin lowering her hands. Is it...is it safe...? ]
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The kid, though, is clapping and jumping and jamming for all they're worth. That was so great! Them next, them next! Uh, um....
Kepo kepo mon, kepo mon kepo mon!
Mon mon kepo, gotta....kepo with the mon.
Um. Uh. Ahhh....
Hibiki unscrunches her face long enough to tentatively begin lowering her hands. Is it...is it safe...? ]