[He's still freaking out, trying to get Joroko to pay attention to the ravens instead, when he's pulled away. By the time he figures out what happened, he's leaning against Itsuki's arm and holding her hand again, like they were dancing. Is she- no. She's provoking the Persona! He's about to protest, but really, the end is a win for him either way.
Joroko's eyes narrow on Itsuki. Her rival, if one could call it that. She sneers; this child cannot take what is hers. Her voice is soft, but there's an underlying malice.]
I accept this challenge.
[The finality of the agreement is pointed by a leg darting out behind her to stab a raven; its lantern clattering to the floor. She slides her leg away from the still-glowing flame.]
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Joroko's eyes narrow on Itsuki. Her rival, if one could call it that. She sneers; this child cannot take what is hers. Her voice is soft, but there's an underlying malice.]
I accept this challenge.
[The finality of the agreement is pointed by a leg darting out behind her to stab a raven; its lantern clattering to the floor. She slides her leg away from the still-glowing flame.]