[The silence is concerning. It takes all of Dylas' willpower not to turn around and start trying to awkwardly comforting Atsushi. He slams his body against the fractured space next, and then his elbow after that. Each time, he drags Atsushi with him, which creates distracting friction on his tail, but...]
Yeah. That's right. Prince is pretty great, isn't he?
[Think about Daifuku, the only noble in their household. With a loud grunt, Dylas pulls back his fist and slams it into the rapidly fracturing air in front of them. The vision ends as quickly as he'd been sucked into it—there's a rush of air, like of a sealed room being opened, and then Dylas is falling forward from the momentum of all the ramming and punching he'd been doing.
He lands face down in the grass of the path they'd been walking on.]
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Yeah. That's right. Prince is pretty great, isn't he?
[Think about Daifuku, the only noble in their household. With a loud grunt, Dylas pulls back his fist and slams it into the rapidly fracturing air in front of them. The vision ends as quickly as he'd been sucked into it—there's a rush of air, like of a sealed room being opened, and then Dylas is falling forward from the momentum of all the ramming and punching he'd been doing.
He lands face down in the grass of the path they'd been walking on.]