[ There's an instinctive urge that Gen has to fight to turn his head and look at what's going on behind him. It's meant to be movie magic, so he isn't really supposed to know exactly how they're casting whatever spell it is that Tomura is meant to be summoning up right now. His head still cocks just slightly to the side as he hears the faint sound of a modified paintball gun firing off, because his gaze snaps up into the air where globs of what is definitely paint (but also definitely looks like something else) comes raining down on him.
There's no avoiding this one, even as he starts to move forward, it's landing on the already fairly revealing top he's got on, peeling most of armor off of him. It even manages to splatter a little on the legs to make holes in the covering of his much more modest looking lower half, though at least that stays largely intact, instead of falling off of him in pathetic shreds.
Clicking his tongue in agitation he scrambles to get away from the puddles of "paint" before it starts to eat away at his shoe, before hoisting his weapon off of his shoulder to point it dramatically, and he assumes thematically, at Tomura.
It should be mentioned now, the weapon that looks like a sword when slung over a shoulder looks a lot duller and rounder at the tip when observed like this. Maybe not completely shaped like a phallus, but not not shaped like one either. Definitely not something that is going to cut through anyone, though a good thump on the head could still hurt. ]
That's it. You're a dead man.
[ That was almost certainly not in script that is laced with overt innuendos that can barely qualify as tongue and cheek in the first place.
Hardly seems to matter, because no one on the crew is going to be able to stop Gen as he charges forward towards Tomura now, starting to move to swing the "sword" back like he's winding up for a pitch in baseball. ]
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There's no avoiding this one, even as he starts to move forward, it's landing on the already fairly revealing top he's got on, peeling most of armor off of him. It even manages to splatter a little on the legs to make holes in the covering of his much more modest looking lower half, though at least that stays largely intact, instead of falling off of him in pathetic shreds.
Clicking his tongue in agitation he scrambles to get away from the puddles of "paint" before it starts to eat away at his shoe, before hoisting his weapon off of his shoulder to point it dramatically, and he assumes thematically, at Tomura.
It should be mentioned now, the weapon that looks like a sword when slung over a shoulder looks a lot duller and rounder at the tip when observed like this. Maybe not completely shaped like a phallus, but not not shaped like one either. Definitely not something that is going to cut through anyone, though a good thump on the head could still hurt. ]
That's it. You're a dead man.
[ That was almost certainly not in script that is laced with overt innuendos that can barely qualify as tongue and cheek in the first place.
Hardly seems to matter, because no one on the crew is going to be able to stop Gen as he charges forward towards Tomura now, starting to move to swing the "sword" back like he's winding up for a pitch in baseball. ]