[As Kara's hand reaches Ichimatsu's shoulder, it'll be immediately apparent that something is Very Wrong. The fabric of his hoodie is far too smooth, far too cool, and far too hard - and there's a sheen creeping over his skin suggesting the same of it. But by now Ichi can barely breathe, he certainly can't move... is this what rigor mortis feels like?
But what's about to be even more alarming is when Ichimatsu does flinch - and abruptly begins to shrink, as if an invisible compacter is pressing down around him on all sides. There's no blood, no gore - just a crumbling ball of purple and black and skintone until all that's left after a scant few seconds...
...is a purple hand mirror, much in the same style as the broken one. With a paw print design on the back.]
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But what's about to be even more alarming is when Ichimatsu does flinch - and abruptly begins to shrink, as if an invisible compacter is pressing down around him on all sides. There's no blood, no gore - just a crumbling ball of purple and black and skintone until all that's left after a scant few seconds...
...is a purple hand mirror, much in the same style as the broken one. With a paw print design on the back.]