[ It takes her a moment to process it. Susato might have even lifted an arm up to shield her eyes from whatever light show she expected from the transformation, but in the end, it feels like she just blinked, and he was gone. Her gaze falls to the floor, and there is Kazuma, his scales almost blending in with the glare on the bathroom tiles.
. . . Thought #1: their door could have been spared all along, along with all that work that went into repairing it. Granted...circumstances were far more dire at the time. Even if she had thought of it, there was no guarantee he could have managed it. At the very least, that's what she tells herself, to keep it from feeling like her own failure.
She mumbles, though he had not directed it at her: ]
1/2
[ It takes her a moment to process it. Susato might have even lifted an arm up to shield her eyes from whatever light show she expected from the transformation, but in the end, it feels like she just blinked, and he was gone. Her gaze falls to the floor, and there is Kazuma, his scales almost blending in with the glare on the bathroom tiles.
. . . Thought #1: their door could have been spared all along, along with all that work that went into repairing it. Granted...circumstances were far more dire at the time. Even if she had thought of it, there was no guarantee he could have managed it. At the very least, that's what she tells herself, to keep it from feeling like her own failure.
She mumbles, though he had not directed it at her: ]
I should have.