[ Misa hesitates before answering, giving him a long, skeptical look; the innerworkings of her mind are trying to gauge if he's being genuine or not. Eventually, she purses her lips in a haughty pout, sticking her chin up slightly as she answers: ]
No. Misa is tougher than she looks...
[ She says so firmly, saying it more to remind herself of this fact. This isn't her first "get kidnapped and not know what the hell is going on" rodeo. At least this time, she's not strapped to a wall and blindfolded. Things are definitely scary, and she should be scared for her life, but she can endure. Nothing can wear her down so long as she has you know who. ]
Since they haven't put one of those thingies on me.
[ The... leashes, if they can be called that? She thinks it's some kind of fetishy thing, because it absolutely does not click in her mind that the whips are magic. ]
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No. Misa is tougher than she looks...
[ She says so firmly, saying it more to remind herself of this fact. This isn't her first "get kidnapped and not know what the hell is going on" rodeo. At least this time, she's not strapped to a wall and blindfolded. Things are definitely scary, and she should be scared for her life, but she can endure. Nothing can wear her down so long as she has you know who. ]
Since they haven't put one of those thingies on me.
[ The... leashes, if they can be called that? She thinks it's some kind of fetishy thing, because it absolutely does not click in her mind that the whips are magic. ]