[As usual, the perfect counterpoint to anything he has to say is effortlessly given. It's always something that leaves him a little bit in awe-- how any problem can be broken down and rationalized. It can be downright irritating, too, but that's an annoyance that he's grown quite used to.
It seems that their discussion will have to be put on hold temporarily, as it seems that Fushimi has become part of the menu without really meaning to. He clicks his tongue at it-- tentacles and gnashing teeth aren't overly impressive at this point, but it's still not something he wants to deal with.
Which is truly unfortunate, because he's been so busy talking and judging disgusting plants that it's only now that he's noticing that all the careful sneaking around the plant was doing actually allowed to it to snake a tentacle around his ankle, which it will now be tightening.
He has just a split second to look at Munakata as if this is all his fault before he's being hauled up, feet flying out from under him and just barely managing to fling a hand at his face to keep his glasses from sliding off and getting lost in the muck.
This... this is fine. He can still throw knives even while upside down, at least, and there's no time like the present to be attacking this rude monster, with probably even more aggression than is strictly necessary even at a time like this.]
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It seems that their discussion will have to be put on hold temporarily, as it seems that Fushimi has become part of the menu without really meaning to. He clicks his tongue at it-- tentacles and gnashing teeth aren't overly impressive at this point, but it's still not something he wants to deal with.
Which is truly unfortunate, because he's been so busy talking and judging disgusting plants that it's only now that he's noticing that all the careful sneaking around the plant was doing actually allowed to it to snake a tentacle around his ankle, which it will now be tightening.
He has just a split second to look at Munakata as if this is all his fault before he's being hauled up, feet flying out from under him and just barely managing to fling a hand at his face to keep his glasses from sliding off and getting lost in the muck.
This... this is fine. He can still throw knives even while upside down, at least, and there's no time like the present to be attacking this rude monster, with probably even more aggression than is strictly necessary even at a time like this.]