[ Oh, that's a terrible line. Normally, Fuuta would physical recoil from the levels of cringe before launching into a tirade about how terrible it was.
But now, that earns a cackle. Fortunately for the director and unfortunately for Narumi, it's a very convincing laugh -- Fuuta has the right cadence and growl to his voice for it, and the little touch of SFX flames licking about his head lends him the perfect air of threat as he slinks forward a step. Then another. Closing the distance between them, bit by bit. ]
Let them come, then. [ His eyes gleam as they narrow. ] But you'll have to entertain me until then!
[ He darts forward the next moment with surprising agility. Whatever is in his makeup is doing a great job at squelching the usual pain of his injuries and giving him a hefty adrenaline boost. Later, he'll pay for it with muscle strains and aches, but for now, it means he gets to close the distance between them in little more than the blink of an eye. And before Narumi can back off or resist, that long, robotic tail of his lashes out, whipping Narumi's feet out from under him to knock him to the ground.
Fuuta's on him immediately afterward, straddling his midriff and shoving his hands against Narumi's shoulders to pin him in place. The claws of his costume are only plastic, but they feel convincingly sharp where they prickle past the plate of armor, threatening to draw blood if Narumi makes the wrong move.
It's very movie cliche when he leans in to drag his tongue up the side of Narumi's throat in one long swipe before sitting back and licking his lips. Even more cliche when he drawls, ]
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But now, that earns a cackle. Fortunately for the director and unfortunately for Narumi, it's a very convincing laugh -- Fuuta has the right cadence and growl to his voice for it, and the little touch of SFX flames licking about his head lends him the perfect air of threat as he slinks forward a step. Then another. Closing the distance between them, bit by bit. ]
Let them come, then. [ His eyes gleam as they narrow. ] But you'll have to entertain me until then!
[ He darts forward the next moment with surprising agility. Whatever is in his makeup is doing a great job at squelching the usual pain of his injuries and giving him a hefty adrenaline boost. Later, he'll pay for it with muscle strains and aches, but for now, it means he gets to close the distance between them in little more than the blink of an eye. And before Narumi can back off or resist, that long, robotic tail of his lashes out, whipping Narumi's feet out from under him to knock him to the ground.
Fuuta's on him immediately afterward, straddling his midriff and shoving his hands against Narumi's shoulders to pin him in place. The claws of his costume are only plastic, but they feel convincingly sharp where they prickle past the plate of armor, threatening to draw blood if Narumi makes the wrong move.
It's very movie cliche when he leans in to drag his tongue up the side of Narumi's throat in one long swipe before sitting back and licking his lips. Even more cliche when he drawls, ]
You taste like fear. How sweet.