[Kyouko is fairly observant when she wants to be, and by the time she's made a significant dent in the hors d'oeuvres, she gets the tingling feeling on the back of her neck that signals she's being watched. There are few things Kyouko dislikes more than that, and she stiffens up, turns around and prepares to give the poor soul unfortunate enough to be staring at her the chewing out of their lives.
When she realizes who it is, she freezes, appears to consider something (perhaps an attempt at friendliness), and then throws that out the window. She feels suddenly very self-conscious, and feeling self-conscious makes her annoyed.]
Hey, weirdo. What are you staring at?
[Her tone is a little more high-pitched than she intends for it to be, teetering on the edge of defensive. It's bad enough to be dressed like this anyway, and then Sayaka had to show up and gawk at her like she was some sort of circus sideshow.]
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When she realizes who it is, she freezes, appears to consider something (perhaps an attempt at friendliness), and then throws that out the window. She feels suddenly very self-conscious, and feeling self-conscious makes her annoyed.]
Hey, weirdo. What are you staring at?
[Her tone is a little more high-pitched than she intends for it to be, teetering on the edge of defensive. It's bad enough to be dressed like this anyway, and then Sayaka had to show up and gawk at her like she was some sort of circus sideshow.]