And now you're an asskicking martial arts master. You'd REALLY be making me shake in my boots if I were wearing any.
[ Then he stands upright, giving her space to reassert herself. Only...she's not saying anything. She's digesting his words after that little squeak she lets out. Or rather. The two he combined together in the heat of the moment. It had been intended to be a throwaway, never to be seen or heard from again. That was the truth! Until he could feel the heat in the air beginning to blister. It has nothing to do with the beating "sun" overhead. No. Oh no. This is a crime all of his own volition now. He just doesn't fully realize it yet. ]
Uhh... Monika? [ Waves a hand in front of her face. ] You okay there?
[ Disgust. ]
Was it...something I said?
[ "Did you." ]
Uhhh-
[ "Really just." ]
[ Oh gods he's already flinching with every paused sentence. The corner of his face is already cringing as every fibre of his being was telling him to run. But of course he won't. This is comedic. It's not actually life-threatening. But gods was the feeling STILL there as Monika prepares to bring back the trainwreck that was their relationship and have it crash vehemently through the fucking station. Until finally, like a pressure cooker that somebody didn't know how the fuck to use because they didn't read the manual...
She explodes. And he's pretty sure not only could the whole beach hear her, but every floor down to the haunted abyss. To the goddamn reflection leading to the OTHER Roost as ghoulish patrons stuck on the other side shudder as they get a sense that SOMEBODY somewhere somehow fucked up. And all that Mr. Ragna the Bloodedge can do is lean back, an incredulous look on his face as he tries to scramble together whatever cohesive thoughts he could muster before Monika attempts to kick sand in his eyes or worse. He thought HE had a short temper?
How's that narrative of looking in mirrors everywhere you go turning out, man? His heart is alreadyh hammering wildly in his chest and his skin crawling as if telling him this was life or death. It's not. Just hahaha.
All over: ]
WHAT? It's a descriptive term!! I could see your ENTIRE ass!!
[ And NOT because he was in the middle of clapping it. FDSKLJHA ]
....
[ ...Okay. Okay. Because he's NOT at odds with her like his future self would be with a particular mercenary, Ragna waves his hands dismissively as if to dispel the situation. Was it going to work? Maybe. Maybe not. But at least he doesn't double down after that statement. He's not denying it. Was he looking? He was totally looking. ]
Look, Monika, it was throwaway thing, WASN'T gonna ever use it again, it was IN the moment and—
cw: an imminent dead body
[ Then he stands upright, giving her space to reassert herself. Only...she's not saying anything. She's digesting his words after that little squeak she lets out. Or rather. The two he combined together in the heat of the moment. It had been intended to be a throwaway, never to be seen or heard from again. That was the truth! Until he could feel the heat in the air beginning to blister. It has nothing to do with the beating "sun" overhead. No. Oh no. This is a crime all of his own volition now. He just doesn't fully realize it yet. ]
Uhh... Monika? [ Waves a hand in front of her face. ] You okay there?
[ Disgust. ]
Was it...something I said?
[ "Did you." ]
Uhhh-
[ "Really just." ]
[ Oh gods he's already flinching with every paused sentence. The corner of his face is already cringing as every fibre of his being was telling him to run. But of course he won't. This is comedic. It's not actually life-threatening. But gods was the feeling STILL there as Monika prepares to bring back the trainwreck that was their relationship and have it crash vehemently through the fucking station. Until finally, like a pressure cooker that somebody didn't know how the fuck to use because they didn't read the manual...
She explodes. And he's pretty sure not only could the whole beach hear her, but every floor down to the haunted abyss. To the goddamn reflection leading to the OTHER Roost as ghoulish patrons stuck on the other side shudder as they get a sense that SOMEBODY somewhere somehow fucked up. And all that Mr. Ragna the Bloodedge can do is lean back, an incredulous look on his face as he tries to scramble together whatever cohesive thoughts he could muster before Monika attempts to kick sand in his eyes or worse. He thought HE had a short temper?
How's that narrative of looking in mirrors everywhere you go turning out, man?His heart is alreadyh hammering wildly in his chest and his skin crawling as if telling him this was life or death.It's not. Just hahaha.All over: ]
WHAT? It's a descriptive term!! I could see your ENTIRE ass!!
[ And NOT because he was in the middle of clapping it. FDSKLJHA ]
....
[ ...Okay. Okay. Because he's NOT at odds with her like his future self would be with a particular mercenary, Ragna waves his hands dismissively as if to dispel the situation. Was it going to work? Maybe. Maybe not. But at least he doesn't double down after that statement. He's not denying it.
Was he looking? He was totally looking.]Look, Monika, it was throwaway thing, WASN'T gonna ever use it again, it was IN the moment and—