Shaking her head and smiling faintly, hesitantly, Tsukiko put down the stick and gave up searching for the blindfold. "Thanks, but... I'll pass. I was thinking of giving another go, but with my luck... I'd probably stab a boil or goul in the eye with a flying stick." With nothing in her hands, her tail was free once more to take refuge therein. The thought of hitting someone in the eye made her giggle softly; she was sure one of her friends back home would've counted that as a big score. Then again, they were the ones who kept "accidentally" misplacing their bombs...
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