[She'd been thinking so fast that something so obvious hadn't even occurred to her, and her eyes grew wide as the penny seemed to drop.
Mukuro stared at him a moment, before drawing the combat-knife she always kept with her- flipping it easily in her hand as she settled it in her grip. That blade was her as much as she was it. It felt normal, at home in her hand as she wielded it- and she fundamentally trusted it.
She flipped it again, studying it, before putting it away, half closing her eyes in thought. It was the same with her pistol, wasn't it? The way she channeled her blood through it to fire felt so normal- she'd got a handle on it quickly because using normal bullets wasn't too dissimilar. Putting a piece of yourself into it, trusting the shot, following that through to hit at a target-
But voicing those thoughts was hard right now, and instead, she managed a mumble of: ]
Compatible. I trust them.
...I shouldn't have forgotten something that simple.
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[She'd been thinking so fast that something so obvious hadn't even occurred to her, and her eyes grew wide as the penny seemed to drop.
Mukuro stared at him a moment, before drawing the combat-knife she always kept with her- flipping it easily in her hand as she settled it in her grip. That blade was her as much as she was it. It felt normal, at home in her hand as she wielded it- and she fundamentally trusted it.
She flipped it again, studying it, before putting it away, half closing her eyes in thought. It was the same with her pistol, wasn't it? The way she channeled her blood through it to fire felt so normal- she'd got a handle on it quickly because using normal bullets wasn't too dissimilar. Putting a piece of yourself into it, trusting the shot, following that through to hit at a target-
But voicing those thoughts was hard right now, and instead, she managed a mumble of: ]
Compatible. I trust them.
...I shouldn't have forgotten something that simple.