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Kirika stood at an open window in Mireille's apartment, absent-mindedly gazing out across the city. Mireille sat at her pool table, reading a newspaper.
"It is a beautiful day," Kirika said softly.
"Mmm," said Mireille, without looking up.
Kirika began to walk past Mireille. "I think I will go for a walk—"
*CLICK* Without turning her head, Mireille smoothly held up her loaded gun under Kirika's chin.
Time stood still.
Kirika finally (and very slowly) backed away. "But I think I will clean the bathroom first, as you earlier asked of me."
Mireille lowered her gun. "Mmm," she said again.