[Sam has to snort at that, though she doesn't go so far as to grunt a Homer Simpson-esque "d'oh!"...
but she's probably thinking it, really.]
Why you little...
[Instead of actually menacing Hanako, she reaches out to ruffle his hair---picking up his hat carefully while she does so, and setting it with equal care back on his noggin once she's done. Like her axe, the hat's probably iconic. D-Tune knows better than to mess with that.]
Listen, I only look like a Striker, I'm supposed to be a Saver. Let's overlook for now, the fact that I don't have any support or healing powers. Brains are weird. Dreams are weird. And so, here we are.
It's nice to hear that you think I could handle trouble myself, though. Vote of confidence, right?
like a sledgehammer to a disco ball
but she's probably thinking it, really.]
Why you little...
[Instead of actually menacing Hanako, she reaches out to ruffle his hair---picking up his hat carefully while she does so, and setting it with equal care back on his noggin once she's done. Like her axe, the hat's probably iconic. D-Tune knows better than to mess with that.]
Listen, I only look like a Striker, I'm supposed to be a Saver. Let's overlook for now, the fact that I don't have any support or healing powers. Brains are weird. Dreams are weird. And so, here we are.
It's nice to hear that you think I could handle trouble myself, though. Vote of confidence, right?