[Index and middle finger extended, others curled back: he sweeps his arm down with the grace of a dancer. Myfanwy wrinkles her nose, folding her fingers awkwardly into the same position (it actually kind of hurts to tuck her last two fingers that far down.)
She tries not to feel like the ugly duckling of shinki, and sweeps her hand down in a clumsy imitation of Yuuri's gesture.]
A line!
[Yeah, that didn't work. Not one little, tiny spark.]
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She tries not to feel like the ugly duckling of shinki, and sweeps her hand down in a clumsy imitation of Yuuri's gesture.]
A line!
[Yeah, that didn't work. Not one little, tiny spark.]