[Oh um... that's... that's a REALLY big dog. ... Who is she kidding that's a FREAKING WOLF.
With a shriek, Kotori jumps up on the bench like a lady in a Tom & Jerry cartoon, but instead of clutching the skirt of her peasant dress (slightly tattered, Elliot might notice now, the bonnet too, even though the apron's pristine), she holds the bento box up above her head with both hands. She gives a few wimpy kicks his way that don't and aren't even trying to connect, just make him back off, eyes squeezed shut in fright and hesitation. It's clear she has no combat training or experience at all, and she expects he's gonna go after HER any second now.]
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With a shriek, Kotori jumps up on the bench like a lady in a Tom & Jerry cartoon, but instead of clutching the skirt of her peasant dress (slightly tattered, Elliot might notice now, the bonnet too, even though the apron's pristine), she holds the bento box up above her head with both hands. She gives a few wimpy kicks his way that don't and aren't even trying to connect, just make him back off, eyes squeezed shut in fright and hesitation. It's clear she has no combat training or experience at all, and she expects he's gonna go after HER any second now.]
B-bad dog, bad wolf! Shoo! SHOO!
[Such fierce, very scare, wow.]