[Really, fruit shouldn't be flying through the store at all, but Yata's small brain just can't comprehend that. It's actually dangerous to be throwing that kind of thing around, even. Before Fushimi can even do anything, Stahn is taking care of the problem himself, leaving him to stare for a few moments before he remembers to close his mouth. Those are some good reflexes.
He does click his tongue, though, because of course it just has to be Relentlessly Helpful Sheep Shearer, who is now standing among the world's worst fruit salad scattered around in the floor.
Stahn is clearly able to handle flying fruit attacks, and seeing a guy whip out a sword is... fairly normal, actually, so Fushimi looks away from him long enough to stare daggers at Yata.]
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He does click his tongue, though, because of course it just has to be Relentlessly Helpful Sheep Shearer, who is now standing among the world's worst fruit salad scattered around in the floor.
Stahn is clearly able to handle flying fruit attacks, and seeing a guy whip out a sword is... fairly normal, actually, so Fushimi looks away from him long enough to stare daggers at Yata.]
What are you doing?