"Fine. I'll admit it: I don't know, either, and if you -" but she cut off as a strange desire - especially from Futo - pervaded her ears, and she heard the other woman get up.

She turned back just in time to... not flinch as Futo arrived, pinning her against the wall, and the familiar thrum of magic through her as the charm went to work, her body locking up a bit on her.

She would've had the briefest twinge of fear if she didn't already know where this was going. Futo wasn't going to stab her but...

... A moment later, she was being kissed, and she felt her heart leap into her throat. Not out of fear, but because no matter how she tried to deny it and push it away, she loved Futo. And one argument over the span of only a few handfuls of minutes wouldn't just erase those feelings so easily. But though her mind raced so heavily she barely heard Tojiko attempting to speak to her as the ghost arrived, she couldn't not want that kiss. She couldn't tell her body not to melt into the touch. She couldn't tell her body and her heart and all her emotions that she was supposed to still be angry and this wasn't going anywhere. They didn't want to listen anyway.