Sumireko: Wait, so you're just human? For real? But I've seen you do so many sick flips and take so many big hits.
Sakuya: (Barely paying attention while dusting the shelves or something) And I do it in a human way.
Sumireko: So you've been out here 'regular-human'-throwing regular-kitchen-knives at how many gods?
Sakuya: I don't keep track. It's not that important.
Sumireko: I-- look, that's cold as fuck and I'm into it, but didn't I shoot you with a gun once?! And you were fine?
Sakuya: Of course. I am immune to bullets.
Sumireko: (Raising an accusatory hand, getting utterly brick-walled conversationally by the sheer confidence with which she just said that) A-- I. Uh
Sumireko:
Sumireko: Like. Like actually?
Sakuya: (Already walking away to handle her remaining chores) Do you think I'm a liar, Miss Usami?
Sumireko: ... (Slowly reaching to her hip to test out ~Gun Sign "3D Printer Gun"~ on her a second time, not realizing Sakuya has already preemptively stopped time and loaded it with blanks)
