He blinks, staring down at the object with no small amount of trepidation. It's not a bomb, is it? But no, it really does look like a pot...
Or like a "cauldron," which is what the boy called it. Hiyori slowly turns back to find him chatting like all of this is normal, implying that was his doing. Is this his magic? Really, he did that?
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He blinks, staring down at the object with no small amount of trepidation. It's not a bomb, is it? But no, it really does look like a pot...
Or like a "cauldron," which is what the boy called it. Hiyori slowly turns back to find him chatting like all of this is normal, implying that was his doing. Is this his magic? Really, he did that?
There's a long, long pause.]