[Four years ago, Ami would have stopped immediately, given Sora a hand to help him up, asked if he was alright and quite possibly offered a band-aid if he scraped his knee. (A future doctor has to be able to take care of her friends, after all.)
Now, she simply takes advantage of it. She grins too widely, closer to a smirk, and tags him without remorse.]
Tag! I win.
[Only then does the hand come out to help him, too late to truly be called kind, perhaps nothing more than some distant, rote habit.]
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Now, she simply takes advantage of it. She grins too widely, closer to a smirk, and tags him without remorse.]
Tag! I win.
[Only then does the hand come out to help him, too late to truly be called kind, perhaps nothing more than some distant, rote habit.]