[ 'Tickle chest.' Well, at least it's a pretty stupid and harmless prompt to start off with. Fuuta breathes a small huff as he assesses the dice, though his gaze does quickly flit up to fix on Midnight when he hears that 'suggestion.' ]
Haa? [ He's so taken aback that he's not even sure he heard that first part right. ] I wasn't gonna take it off in the first pla -- ah!
[ It's just startled reflex that has him jerking back with a muffled yip when he feels that touch at his chest. (Though it's not for the salacious reason that the crowd probably expects.) And it's as he's working through the embarrassment of being heard making a noise like that he hears Midnight's follow-up piece of advice. ]
... 'lad'?
[ He manages to pack an impressive level of scorn into that one echoed syllable, and Fuuta's lips curls in a snarl to reveal jagged teeth as he barks, ]
Don't talk down on me like that. I dunno who you think you are, but for one thing, I'm not some brat you can look down on. [ Yes, he knows he looks a little younger than he is, and no, this isn't the first time he's been mistaken for a highschooler(?), but it still irks him every time. ] And second, you think I need you bossing me around? I can handle myself just fine.
[ And to make his point clear, he snatches up the dice to let them roll to a halt -- 'PINCH' 'EAR.' Fuuta takes one look at them, then promptly rises from his seat, gaze fixed menacingly on Midnight.
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Haa? [ He's so taken aback that he's not even sure he heard that first part right. ] I wasn't gonna take it off in the first pla -- ah!
[ It's just startled reflex that has him jerking back with a muffled yip when he feels that touch at his chest. (Though it's not for the salacious reason that the crowd probably expects.) And it's as he's working through the embarrassment of being heard making a noise like that he hears Midnight's follow-up piece of advice. ]
... 'lad'?
[ He manages to pack an impressive level of scorn into that one echoed syllable, and Fuuta's lips curls in a snarl to reveal jagged teeth as he barks, ]
Don't talk down on me like that. I dunno who you think you are, but for one thing, I'm not some brat you can look down on. [ Yes, he knows he looks a little younger than he is, and no, this isn't the first time he's been mistaken for a highschooler(?), but it still irks him every time. ] And second, you think I need you bossing me around? I can handle myself just fine.
[ And to make his point clear, he snatches up the dice to let them roll to a halt -- 'PINCH' 'EAR.' Fuuta takes one look at them, then promptly rises from his seat, gaze fixed menacingly on Midnight.
Oh, he is going to make that pinch count. ]
[ ooc ; Got it, thanks! 👍 ]