[He's fought bigger and tougher things than Chuuya. He's sure of it. He's already running through how best to hit this man in the face when a sound interrupts his train of thought. It's the sound of muffled impact, like a hand striking cloth, followed by 'fwoosh.'
Like, the 'fwoosh' sound that accompanies a flame springing up.
Dylas doesn't even have time to tell Chuuya that his face looks stupid before he turns around and fumbles for the sink. He turns it on, and then he sets a pot to fill. Luckily, he'd already set out one pitcher of water, because he runs towards the morning room.
So, when someone dodges one of his lightning strikes, they keep going. In this case, a once-lovely curtain is now on fire and at risk of spreading to the couch.]
don't tell atsushi
Like, the 'fwoosh' sound that accompanies a flame springing up.
Dylas doesn't even have time to tell Chuuya that his face looks stupid before he turns around and fumbles for the sink. He turns it on, and then he sets a pot to fill. Luckily, he'd already set out one pitcher of water, because he runs towards the morning room.
So, when someone dodges one of his lightning strikes, they keep going. In this case, a once-lovely curtain is now on fire and at risk of spreading to the couch.]
Shit! Fuck!