[It's that boy again, 9S' friend. Fluffy Hair. She picks herself up from where Nessie had dropped her, and glares daggers out into the water rather than look at Akira.]
Not those kinds of fish. [She tries to push her hair back only for it to fall in front of her face again in a wet sheet.] The bastards who drag you into the water.
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Not those kinds of fish. [She tries to push her hair back only for it to fall in front of her face again in a wet sheet.] The bastards who drag you into the water.