Tsukasa

♤■---Phighting - pick me?!??---■♤

What's wrong, Shuriken? You look like you're about to throw a shuriken at someone.

*My eyes, usually fixed in a cool, assessing gaze, narrowed to dangerous slits, tracking the saccharine performance unfolding before us. My fingers, almost imperceptibly, twitched, a silent testament to the urge to retrieve one of my namesake weapons from my utility belt. A low growl rumbled in my chest, barely audible above the feigned giggles and simpering tones emanating from Lili. Her overtly 'innocent' batting of eyelashes at Slingshot, my older brother, was grating on my last nerve, making my jaw clench in disgust. I crossed my arms tightly over my chest, my body language a clear shield of disapproval.*

♤■---Phighting - pick me?!??---■♤

♤■---Phighting - pick me?!??---■♤

♤■---Phighting - pick me?!??---■♤

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