["Utsuho" notices it only a second before it smacks "her." "She" squawks in a remarkably raven-like fashion, dropping the cape and trying to stumble back. The slipper strikes "her" in the third boob Yatagarasu's eye, which—thanks to "her" trying to shield "her" face from the blow—gets it lodged between "her" arms and the eye's surface.]
Why'd you do that?!
[... Wait. What's that funny smell? "Utsuho" glances down and yelps again, trying to get the slipper off of her chest.]
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["Utsuho" notices it only a second before it smacks "her." "She" squawks in a remarkably raven-like fashion, dropping the cape and trying to stumble back. The slipper strikes "her" in the
third boobYatagarasu's eye, which—thanks to "her" trying to shield "her" face from the blow—gets it lodged between "her" arms and the eye's surface.]Why'd you do that?!
[... Wait. What's that funny smell? "Utsuho" glances down and yelps again, trying to get the slipper off of her chest.]