[He takes a couple careful breaths on the bench, wiping at his chin with the back of a hand, expecting there to be blood there.]
Ah--? [He looks up in time to see the fishman reaching for him. Toshinori has never really shied away from touch--that kind of went hand in hand with being mobbed by fans--so he just sits there and lets himself be touched.]
[He was not expecting that little surge of energy, however, and he jumps in surprise, letting out brief bark that is punctuated by another curl of flame--but thankfully no blood or coughing fit.]
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[He takes a couple careful breaths on the bench, wiping at his chin with the back of a hand, expecting there to be blood there.]
Ah--? [He looks up in time to see the fishman reaching for him. Toshinori has never really shied away from touch--that kind of went hand in hand with being mobbed by fans--so he just sits there and lets himself be touched.]
[He was not expecting that little surge of energy, however, and he jumps in surprise, letting out brief bark that is punctuated by another curl of flame--but thankfully no blood or coughing fit.]