[There's something to be said about self control, but they've both gone far beyond that and into something else entirely. She doesn't stop him from doing a single thing, if he wants to jerk her head around then he can do that, it's a moment without limits which could be terrifying if she had a brain to think about it with. Her awareness comes back into focus when he says that, and her eyes snap open to look up at him.]
I ...
[Is that the first time this girl has spoken? Maybe.
Maybe it's the pushing or coming back into the heat of the situation but she does make an attempt, but Junko is high on something or another. Before Ms. Short Hair even makes it to her goal Junko has pulled away from Koji entirely, and with an accuracy that doesn't quite fit a young woman who wins debates and wears cat tights, her hand finds that girl's throat. She doesn't squeeze immediately, but she does throw her weight into the act of shoving her down again and her fingers cage around a fluttering pulse not squeezing, but threatening. Only half a step from going through with it.]
Stay down.
[Letting go is obviously a bad idea so Junko doesn't, Ms. Short Hair is going to stay pinned to the ground where she can be dealt with easily the second she tries to inch out of line. And in the meantime Junko looks up at her younger brother curiously, her head tilted in a manner that harkens back to nearly twenty years ago, before Yamato was even a concept, before their parents even knew that they were true mates.
Has she earned enough of his favor? Because she has a feeling she has.]
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I ...
[Is that the first time this girl has spoken? Maybe.
Maybe it's the pushing or coming back into the heat of the situation but she does make an attempt, but Junko is high on something or another. Before Ms. Short Hair even makes it to her goal Junko has pulled away from Koji entirely, and with an accuracy that doesn't quite fit a young woman who wins debates and wears cat tights, her hand finds that girl's throat. She doesn't squeeze immediately, but she does throw her weight into the act of shoving her down again and her fingers cage around a fluttering pulse not squeezing, but threatening. Only half a step from going through with it.]
Stay down.
[Letting go is obviously a bad idea so Junko doesn't, Ms. Short Hair is going to stay pinned to the ground where she can be dealt with easily the second she tries to inch out of line. And in the meantime Junko looks up at her younger brother curiously, her head tilted in a manner that harkens back to nearly twenty years ago, before Yamato was even a concept, before their parents even knew that they were true mates.
Has she earned enough of his favor? Because she has a feeling she has.]