[ Terrible for him, perhaps. Susato feels rather thankful for the space for the moment as she swallows her surprise, and she is already reaching for her arm to feel it. It doesn't hurt; you could almost mistake it for dry skin...? Has she been neglecting her skin care lately?
She runs her hand along that arm, pushing her sleeve back up and keeps going until she can no longer feel it. At her shoulder, the scar is clearer, but she knows about that one, and by now, Kazuma would, too. ]
This... This was from the night we found Ryunosuke-san at the carnival in the dollhouse, but I've never seen...? [ She trails off, seeming unsure of how to describe the rest. ]
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She runs her hand along that arm, pushing her sleeve back up and keeps going until she can no longer feel it. At her shoulder, the scar is clearer, but she knows about that one, and by now, Kazuma would, too. ]
This... This was from the night we found Ryunosuke-san at the carnival in the dollhouse, but I've never seen...? [ She trails off, seeming unsure of how to describe the rest. ]