[ The cascade of shimmery powder spilling around them earns another sneeze before there's the creak of the chair as Fuuta leans as far back in it as he can, willing the cloud of powder to settle quicker. Another sneeze starts tickling at his nose, but it never comes -- annoying! He was already annoyed, but he's now double-triple extra-strength annoyed at Haru.
So when that powder puff is held towards his face, he lashes out -- grabbing a hand at Haru's wrist before it can dab at his face and squeezing tight.
It's a lot more aggressive than he'd ever act, but it feels deserved right now. Especially since he does have a very important warning to give: ]
Don't you fucking dare touch my eye. [ He's reluctantly swapped out his medical eyepatch for a leather one to match the costume, but even then, he'd refused to let anyone look at what was hidden there. Like hell he's about to tolerate this stupid fuck trying to sneak a peek. ] You touch it, and I'll make you regret it. You hear me?
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So when that powder puff is held towards his face, he lashes out -- grabbing a hand at Haru's wrist before it can dab at his face and squeezing tight.
It's a lot more aggressive than he'd ever act, but it feels deserved right now. Especially since he does have a very important warning to give: ]
Don't you fucking dare touch my eye. [ He's reluctantly swapped out his medical eyepatch for a leather one to match the costume, but even then, he'd refused to let anyone look at what was hidden there. Like hell he's about to tolerate this stupid fuck trying to sneak a peek. ] You touch it, and I'll make you regret it. You hear me?