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Thirty-Fifth Reap → Action (Fourth Wall)
[Ragna doesn't like crowded places very much, so he does well to avoid the hell out of them. The problem is that it's proving difficult today, given that everywhere seems to be the epitome of crowded. Or at least most of the village.
He's so sure that it's so crowded that a concealment ars wouldn't even do him good, because he might end up getting walked over. Maybe he should try heading back home as soon as he can... because this sucks.
The annoyance is not easily hidden by this one.]
He's so sure that it's so crowded that a concealment ars wouldn't even do him good, because he might end up getting walked over. Maybe he should try heading back home as soon as he can... because this sucks.
The annoyance is not easily hidden by this one.]
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Ragna might feel a cold, dark sensation rising from behind him, but if he turns, nothing is there...]
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Ragna quickly turns back to the milkshake, however. No way in hell is he leaving his back open to that... drink!] You-- Would you beat it!?
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Jeez, Ragna, why are you yelling at a chilly drink.]
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Ragna begins to swat at the drink.] I said beat it!
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...Well, for now, anyway.]
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... Goddammit, this is getting stupid. [with a few half-assed attempts to wipe the drink off his coat, he turns to continue on his way.]
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Nope. Just a towel.
And if Ragna listens carefully, he might hear a very, very faint Haaauu...]
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Judging by his terrible reaction of yelling and throwing it onto the ground, he's probably chalking this up to being fucked with.]
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Feel that? That is the sensation of a disembodied hand wrapping around your ankle and attempting to yank you off your feet.]
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Get the hell off--
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