[ Mika stands just to one side of the other boy, his gaze fixed unerringly on that of Julieta; he's too used to every little inflection and motion of orga's that he would know instantly on what he wants him to do — with the orders to stand down in place, the only thing he could do is watch, to see what the girl would do.
She had done... something funny to his gun, the last time. It felt like some kind of whiplash of electricity, some force of power that wasn't familiar to him, and he'd be damned if he'd let her do anything of the sort to Orga. ]
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She had done... something funny to his gun, the last time. It felt like some kind of whiplash of electricity, some force of power that wasn't familiar to him, and he'd be damned if he'd let her do anything of the sort to Orga. ]