[ The seagull lifeguard groans in screechy protest. simpsonsstophesalreadydead.gif And all that Ragna can do is flinch a little now that Monika is actually taking the reins of violence away from him. Which. Hey. Hey?? That's his shtick?! But he's also equally content in getting the hell out of here. He just wants to stop getting harassed. He doesn't even care so much about the ice cream anymore. He's got company in Monika now, something much better to pay attention to than the freaky big-tittied gullheaded staff members among other things. ]
Right. Right. Super Monika to sa~ve the day.
[ "Come at me, Ragnadork! I'll show you my moves!" ]
[ She's putting up her dukes. And Ragna? Isn't. Instead, he's closing what little space is left between them, putting emphasis on just how much of a difference there was in height. ]
Bring it. I'll beat you with just one.
[ Just one move is all it takes. ...and whether Monika does attempt to throw a punch, no matter how much or little heart is in it, or doesn't get the chance to? Ragna suddenly ducks down to her height, wasting very little time in hooking his arm around her midsection before effectively hoisting her up unceremoniously. ]
Upsy daisy.
[ Have fun up there, Monika. Being carried like a sack of potatoes, butt hanging out and your legs a-danglin'. He could fight, but he's more in the mood to deescalate shit with the staff. Maybe if he were left to his own devices and the younger poet hadn't shown up, he might have gotten more violent. But he's shifting gears real quick on her. ]
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Right. Right. Super Monika to sa~ve the day.
[ "Come at me, Ragnadork! I'll show you my moves!" ]
[ She's putting up her dukes. And Ragna? Isn't. Instead, he's closing what little space is left between them, putting emphasis on just how much of a difference there was in height. ]
Bring it. I'll beat you with just one.
[ Just one move is all it takes. ...and whether Monika does attempt to throw a punch, no matter how much or little heart is in it, or doesn't get the chance to? Ragna suddenly ducks down to her height, wasting very little time in hooking his arm around her midsection before effectively hoisting her up unceremoniously. ]
Upsy daisy.
[ Have fun up there, Monika. Being carried like a sack of potatoes, butt hanging out and your legs a-danglin'. He could fight, but he's more in the mood to deescalate shit with the staff. Maybe if he were left to his own devices and the younger poet hadn't shown up, he might have gotten more violent. But he's shifting gears real quick on her. ]