[But Mia doesn't even flinch. She doesn't react, doesn't even breathe differently. She hears the name, sure, but it means nothing to her, passes through her ears like any other word. She huffs a sigh, lowering her head but raising her eyes, giving an imitation of a condescending look that Mia's certainly never made herself before.]
Okay, clearly you're not getting it.
[Crossing her arms and raising one to point the knife at Maya with a lazy movement of her wrist, Mia talks loud, clear, annoyed.]
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Okay, clearly you're not getting it.
[Crossing her arms and raising one to point the knife at Maya with a lazy movement of her wrist, Mia talks loud, clear, annoyed.]
I don't know any "Mia" Feys.