[Makoto hadn't been expecting anyone else, and the only thing she had seen in the time she'd been there was the doll in the kitchen. So suddenly hearing someone else talking startled her a bit and caused her to take a half step and reach for something.

Seeing that it was just a boy though she relaxed a little standing up straight. It didn't hurt, but there was an odd sensation of feeling the pieces of porcelain press and slip.]

I was trying to get out, and suddenly it looked like this.

[Luckily they didn't seem too deep, mainly surface fractures from the stress of that last kick.]