Ragna is still trying his damnest to make heads or tails of this entire mess. Unbeknownst to the girl's inner gears clicking and clonking along to create a narrative that justifies him being in bed with her, he's exercising a lot of patience in kind. It wouldn't be the first time he's been held at gunpoint. It also wouldn't be the first time that Ragna's dodged gunfire, either. But hopefully it doesn't have to come to that so he can figure out where he is and why he's here.
And if Rachel or, god forbid, Kokonoe, would even be able to hear him still if he yelled out to nothing. ]
Right. So I'm out camping and you're out on...stage?
[ Dancer? Band performer? Singer? He's giving her every benefit of the doubt that wasn't some more insensitive accusation of a debauched occupation. The end of Ragna's sentence stuttered because of the way Elphelt dispelled her gun. Puffed out her chest in determination (stop he is looking respectfully but his peripheral), and his back straightens as he stares down at her.
Until: ]
Ow!! [ His eye scrunches on the side she's pinching. And she'll have a couple seconds before his patience snaps and he attempts to swat her hand away if she doesn't already pull back first. ] What the hell are you— Ow!
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Ragna is still trying his damnest to make heads or tails of this entire mess. Unbeknownst to the girl's inner gears clicking and clonking along to create a narrative that justifies him being in bed with her, he's exercising a lot of patience in kind. It wouldn't be the first time he's been held at gunpoint. It also wouldn't be the first time that Ragna's dodged gunfire, either. But hopefully it doesn't have to come to that so he can figure out where he is and why he's here.
And if Rachel or, god forbid, Kokonoe, would even be able to hear him still if he yelled out to nothing. ]
Right. So I'm out camping and you're out on...stage?
[ Dancer? Band performer? Singer? He's giving her every benefit of the doubt that wasn't some more insensitive accusation of a debauched occupation. The end of Ragna's sentence stuttered because of the way Elphelt dispelled her gun. Puffed out her chest in determination (stop he is looking respectfully but his peripheral), and his back straightens as he stares down at her.
Until: ]
Ow!! [ His eye scrunches on the side she's pinching. And she'll have a couple seconds before his patience snaps and he attempts to swat her hand away if she doesn't already pull back first. ] What the hell are you— Ow!