[A dilemma he can't yap his way out of? Say it ain't so...!
It worked when Fuuta cornered him in a treehouse a few weeks ago: all he had to do was yap. And it worked way back on the day of his arrival, when his new "wife" threatened him—all he had to do was turn the other cheek and show her some kindness, rather than keep insulting her. But alas, nothing will work on this girl, who shoots off another magic thingamajig, and—
Did that just make contact with his hair?!
Something sure smells like it's burning close to his face. The cheer vanishes from his face, and he brings up his arms. He moves back half a step, his heart lurching. What's she talking about? She wants him to scream and run? It's honestly tempting to do just that!
But instead, he forcibly digs his heel into the ground, steeling his expression and standing rooted to the spot.]
That sounds like a pain, so if you're going to shoot me, just do it.
[His hand curls near his pocket where he's carrying the small cannister of air freshener. Idly he wonders if he could spray it in her eye, or if it's a lost cause. But he'd rather not do anything violent to a girl, so what does that leave him with?]
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It worked when Fuuta cornered him in a treehouse a few weeks ago: all he had to do was yap. And it worked way back on the day of his arrival, when his new "wife" threatened him—all he had to do was turn the other cheek and show her some kindness, rather than keep insulting her. But alas, nothing will work on this girl, who shoots off another magic thingamajig, and—
Did that just make contact with his hair?!
Something sure smells like it's burning close to his face. The cheer vanishes from his face, and he brings up his arms. He moves back half a step, his heart lurching. What's she talking about? She wants him to scream and run? It's honestly tempting to do just that!
But instead, he forcibly digs his heel into the ground, steeling his expression and standing rooted to the spot.]
That sounds like a pain, so if you're going to shoot me, just do it.
[His hand curls near his pocket where he's carrying the small cannister of air freshener. Idly he wonders if he could spray it in her eye, or if it's a lost cause. But he'd rather not do anything violent to a girl, so what does that leave him with?]