[Kiki's eyes shoot open again upon hearing the flurry of movement and shouting. This-- she didn't want this. Especially not directed at Ranpo. A different panic sets in, one driven by protectiveness, as the telepath steps forward to put herself in between the two.]
Please, stop it! It's not him. Ranpo-san is my friend!
[The call for backup has her head swiveling towards the guard, then back to the shopkeeper. How can she make this stop?! Think, think, think...!
Another flash of memory spreads through the onlookers, but this one is of her choosing. The day she first met Ranpo. The warmth of the blanket and the clothes he found for her. Salty chips, a mental grocery list. The light shining on his sleeping face. And most importantly, the feeling of comfort.
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Please, stop it! It's not him. Ranpo-san is my friend!
[The call for backup has her head swiveling towards the guard, then back to the shopkeeper. How can she make this stop?! Think, think, think...!
Another flash of memory spreads through the onlookers, but this one is of her choosing. The day she first met Ranpo. The warmth of the blanket and the clothes he found for her. Salty chips, a mental grocery list. The light shining on his sleeping face. And most importantly, the feeling of comfort.
Her fingers dig into the shopkeeper's sleeve:]
He's not the one who hurt me. Please stop...!