[ It's close enough, pronunciation-wise, and Kimiko isn't in any position to correct him regardless. Kyle from the mid-west seems nice enough, although she can't help but feel increasingly self conscious about her inability to communicate with ease. She's in the middle of attempting to indicate the Japanese flag with her fingers — first by making a sphere with her pointers and thumbs, and then drawing a rectangle — when a frisbee whistles through the air and...
...bonks Kimiko in the temple.
In the immediate aftermath, her nose wrinkles, eyes squeezing shut. The reminder of her currently weakened state leaves her slightly winded. It's just a plastic toy. As much as she had grown to appreciate her time in convalescence after Soldier Boy's attack, Kimiko is beginning to be more and more aware of the inconvenience of being depowered. Slow and sluggish, she moves through air like water, or thinks she does.
Giving Kyle a self-effacing little smile, she picks up the frisbee and tosses it back the way it came. It, uh, it goes uncommonly far when a modicum of her usual strength abruptly reasserts itself. ]
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...bonks Kimiko in the temple.
In the immediate aftermath, her nose wrinkles, eyes squeezing shut. The reminder of her currently weakened state leaves her slightly winded. It's just a plastic toy. As much as she had grown to appreciate her time in convalescence after Soldier Boy's attack, Kimiko is beginning to be more and more aware of the inconvenience of being depowered. Slow and sluggish, she moves through air like water, or thinks she does.
Giving Kyle a self-effacing little smile, she picks up the frisbee and tosses it back the way it came. It, uh, it goes uncommonly far when a modicum of her usual strength abruptly reasserts itself. ]