[ For a long moment it's like standing within a glittery tornado, the finely milled powder so very finely milled that it seems to float up instead of down. Gravity takes hold of it eventually, the cloud subsiding after what feels like something of an eternity. Haru expects he is going to be finding shimmery little particles all over his body for the next six months.

The grabbing of Haru's wrist and abrupt stopping of his arm only cause more of the powder from the puff and the powder from Haru's hand to be ejected out into the free air. Six months? Better make it twelve. ]

I wasn't gonna, but now you got me all curious. Thought you just had some kinda stye under there.

[ He has no real need to see what's in there, and there's no point in putting makeup under an eyepatch, but nosy men are gonna be nosy anyway. ]

You lose it or somethin'? I don't wanna see if it's gross lookin', I got a weak stomach.