[Nearly any other time the question would be a ridiculous one; Fushimi doesn't feel comfortable unless he's got at least a dozen knives hidden about his person even when he's not expecting a fight. Now, however, being snatched up and dumped in this trash heap without his usual accompanying weapons is almost more than he can stand, on top of everything else that's going on.
He's not ignorant of how dangerous this all is, but he's not about to panic either. Instead, he clicks his tongue, picking up some of the smaller bits of debris laying at his feet and shifting them around in his grip.]
I can take care of myself. [Which he seems to be determined to prove, judging by the faint blue glow the pulses briefly in his hands.]
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He's not ignorant of how dangerous this all is, but he's not about to panic either. Instead, he clicks his tongue, picking up some of the smaller bits of debris laying at his feet and shifting them around in his grip.]
I can take care of myself. [Which he seems to be determined to prove, judging by the faint blue glow the pulses briefly in his hands.]