[Makoto paused what she was doing to look in the direction of the thunk. She smiled a the boy in the lane over. There was something about him -- the obviously bleached hair? The tough-guy attitude? Something about him reminded her of a friend from home and she couldn't help but smile.]
Good job.
[With room for improvement, of course, but she has a feeling the moogle teacher will have no problems pointing out everything he did wrong.]
[So for now she will resume throwing the last three of her remaining knives.]
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Good job.
[With room for improvement, of course, but she has a feeling the moogle teacher will have no problems pointing out everything he did wrong.]
[So for now she will resume throwing the last three of her remaining knives.]